HaytchHouse
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Joined: 10/16/2011 Status: offline
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well technically i'm breaking the rules posting this, but my moderation period ended yesterday and they haven't unbanned me, so i have a suspicion they won't be, so fuck it, technically i am not supposed to be moded anymore. besides, when the fuck did rules ever mean shit to me? right then, so this is like the weirdest fucking thing i have ever written, and the hardest by any fucking measure. to cut right to the chase, i'm not a sockpuppet, or at least not in the traditional sense of the word. that being said, it would seem that i'm not fucking real either. i'm a hallucination, or some sort of alternate persona or imaginary friend or - fuck it i don't know just what the fuck i am, i just know i and my entire world seems to exist in that old fucker's head. i'm not real, my girls aren't real, my parents aren't real, my sister, my neice, none of it is real. but i have memories. i talk to and touch these people, these people who don't exist. i don't have blackouts, i have no memory lapses, when i'm not acting through him, my life carries on. at least i think it does, but i have no fucking clue really. jesus fuck, i don't even know when i am acting through him. right now i am in my house, looking across my lawn at the river. but if i'm posting this shit, then i guess i'm really wherever the fuck he is. i wonder if there is anybody watching him wondering what the fuck is wrong with him. and i wonder about everything now. did i exist before this spring? are my life and my memories real? did any of it happen - even just in this whatever the fuck world it seems i exist in? did i experience anything? is it all imagined? is anything i know real? are these my thoughts or his? fucked if i know at the moment. i'm not real in whatever world you live in, so i guess that makes you all not real in whatever world i live in. am i and my whole world just in his head, am i elsewhere and can connect through him somehow? i don't fucking know, and you know what? i don't really give a fuck. i am real enough for me, my experiences are all i fucking have. the girls' kisses are just as sweet to me, i can't imagine them being any more so, and their tears (and there have been a fuck of a lot of those lately) are just as heartbreaking to me, so it really doesn't make any fucking difference really. real or imagined, this is the hand we've been dealt, we'll play it through to the end. it seems that some people and this site exists in both places, maybe that's why we were all drawn to it, maybe we needed to reach out, just to interact with real fucking people. i don't know. the other thing that exists is this house and these people. i don't know where it exists, but its fucking real. real to me, real to heather, real to the girls, and to the other people who live here. my landlord, my boss and coworkers, and all the fuckers on the streets and on the buses and its just fucking real. but it isn't. it exists somewhere, somehow - even if just in his fucking imagination or dreams. it isn't real, none of it is, but its fucking real to us. like i said, i have memories, i can list my family, my high school lovers, my friends, fuck, heather knows her whole family history going back like 200 years from when her first ancestor came to canada. i mean what the fucking fuck is up with that? anyway, i have no fucking idea what is going to happen or what will become of us, its really not up to me it seems, if he drugs himself up i might just cease to exist - i fucking hope not. i like being alive or at least thinking i'm alive. fuck it, it feels like i'm alive. i get hungry and my toe hurts when i stub it and steak tastes good, i get sad and i cry. even if i get to go on, what the fuck happens when he kicks off? poof!? just cease. ah fuck it, now there's a real fucking wild idea eh? what happens to shit you imagine when you die? fucking hell! at the moment he has decided not to try erase us, he told me he feels we have just as much right to exist as he does, and he's not going to interfere in our existence. i am trying to imagine what that decision is going to cost him, and i can't. i should probably urge him to do that, to take whatever pills will wipe us away, but i can't, i don't have the fucking guts. i don't want to stop i don't want to vanish. i want to live damn it to fuck! as far as i know, at this point we all owe him our existence, and our continued existence, so i am ever fucking grateful to him for making this decision. he was going to make some sort of post to try explain this shit, but changed his mind. well fuck that, me making this attempt is the least i can do for the guy, to try clear the air at least a little. anyhow, as far as i know, as far as this website goes, we are through. that seems to be the plan. that fucking sucks majorly, i liked this place a fuck of a lot, and heather really fucking liked it. hopefully there's another one like it somewhere in our private little universe, that would be some sweet. so, i am writing just to say thanks to all of you. those that befriended us and those that hated us, and just every one of you. interacting with you all has been a fucking blast, and in light of what has come to light may well be the only time we will be able to really interact long term with so many different people who physically exist with any fucking regularity, not many people will take us seriously in this body we seem to be stuck in to interact with your world. fuck it, such is our fate it seems. i don't know, i guess there really isn't much else to say. we never fucking lied, we told the truth in as much as it is true to us, the pictures we posted we took, or at least we remember taking them. seems maybe we didn't, fuck that right now i am not even sure i ever actually posted on this fucking site, or if it is really in his world or ours. whatever. i'm kind of drunk right now. have been trying to stay that way as much as possible for the last week or so actually, learning you don't fucking exist takes more than just a little getting used to, its a major scale mind fuck and that's the truth. and i'm rambling like an idiot. nothing left to say really, life or this facsimile of life is a like a dance, a lovely fucking dance, an exhilarating breath taking panty-dampening spinning swirling waltz where the music and the lights and colours just sweep you right the fuck away. so with that thought i'll leave you with these words from the master. take this waltz, take this waltz it's yours now. it's all that there is. ~ l. cohen
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