Stuck in a Box

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Kud

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Day 927

I wonder how much air there is left in here...
 

Kud

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day 928

Maybe if i can make a platform out of my fat, i will be able to reach that window...

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SteakHeart

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Day 931

I'm building a spring that will let me get up to the window. Project is going smoothly. Just like peanut butter. Mmm, peanut butter.
 

Guitar Gamer

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Day 935
I wonder where Cthulhu is? maybe I'll look at hi-THE CANDLE LIGHT STINGS THE FAIRY PRINCESS!!! SHE MUST BURN THOUGH FOR SHE TOLD ME THAT MY SKIN HATES ZEUS!!! I MUST MAMBO DOGFACE TO THE BANANA PATCH
 

Kud

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Happily burned the fairy princess.
 

Fraught

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Day 941

There have been so many days. About 900 of them, and so many of them have been so uneventful, that I'm never going to remember all of them. Though, one day that I am going to remember, is Day #938. Oh damn, that day was good. Even though I supposedly found out from somewhere - probably read from the various lines that had appeared with time on my toenails - that he, or...she - anyway, was the second incarnation of Jesus, I was never a Christian, so while chewing down on that ************, I yelled "Hah, *****, where's your Christian followers NOW?!" In retrospect, I'm thinking I may have been a bit loony back there, but god damn, I'm not able to control my emotions in this fucking prison. In this fucked-up, endless mind-game, what I suspect that it is.

About Jesus' taste, all I can say is that he tasted terrifyingly amazing. I wasn't exactly a carnivore, but I used to eat meat, and I loved it. I always drove far from home to get meats they only sold in few shops, in some place where probably no sane soul would go, unless they knew it was there. Pfft, great choice of place, stupid motherfuckers.

I never noticed this when I was out of the box, but I, for some reason, started to hate humans so much during the time here. I didn't hate Volff, and while I did hate Alex - I'm kind of missing them - I've never hated him enough than other humans, who were outside. And I think that's the problem, that they're outside. My hatred, from what I thought up in my own head, probably stemmed from jealousy. Volff was in here, Alex too, so I kind of felt that they were in the same boat, people who knew my bitterness, people who could help me. And as a meat-lover myself - with equally other types of food on the side too, of course - I could never hold anything against Volff's hunger for meat. He was just hairier and bigger than me, but when I first met him, I was in a similar position as, like, a chicken is to other humans. We humans do horrible things to them, but I never like to think of it. In the box I did, though, and that's why I absolutely adored Volff. When I saw him, I always imagined how I'd let him go and kill humans and eat them. I would totally take him as my room mate, if I ever got out of here.

Thinking back to two days ago, I can't believe how boring my thoughts are. Here I am, thinking of things I want to think of, of what has happened in life, or what will happen, what I should do, but I actually miss the day I ate Jesus - "The Day I Ate Jesus" I swore I would make a movie of some day - as Jesus tasted really good, and such good of a food gave me thoughts that were filled with landscapes filled with nicely roasted chicken flopping around, cupcakes, rhubarb pies, banana splits and fruit shakes. After coming back to the harsh reality, I decided to go forward. I set my limbs - that, from the thighs, were shaking and felt like they would collapse any second - and started setting my slow footsteps towards the next boxes, in search of silver paper. That's right, I had already tried so much, and gone through so much, that before I went back to all that craziness, I wanted to find Volff. Alex was merely optional, but I really wanted to find Volff.

I reached the first box, but then, for the first time in 940 days, I felt like I wanted to take a dump. I ran to the corner, picked up a magazine, that I felt was too suspicious to even touch, and started reading it. While I opened the first page, I knew that it was too suspicious, just lying next to the toilet. Just..lying there. Untouched. [small]...Untouched...[/small]

I slowly felt like I entered some dream world, and somehow taking a dump was so enjoyable, and while I hadn't done that for 940 days, I had that amount of days' worth of that too, so the rest of the day, I sat on the toilet, hearing faint yells of "Volff? GUY?! ANYONE?!" whild doing it, but to what I didn't really turn much attention to.

I'd be willing to sell my soul if I could stop time so that only my computer works. I tried to edit it to fit.