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Micke: i don't know why i'm idling in that channel
Micke: or well, i do
Micke: the people are fun mostly
Micke: i wouldn't say i know them
Micke: and they hardly know me, nor would miss me if i left
Micke: but
Micke: i feel like it's more than a channel .P
Micke: idk
Micke: i feel more normal there than in most other chans anyways
Micke: but that i'm into lia, one way or another
Micke: naah i don't think so
Micke: and i told you about the cracky thing right?
Micke: why i looked for her in the first place =)
Micke: if not i'm happy to
Micke: I'M HIGH YOU SEE
Micke: SO I LIKE TO WRITE STUFF
Micke: TO PEOPLE
Micke: ABOUT THINGS
Piat: lol tbh the whole cracky thing is jeff
Piat: aka the chef
Piat: aka the gackto
Piat: i hated cracky then i hate her now
Micke: i didn't hate her
Micke: i didn't care
Micke: i just had this thought
Micke: that i had to
Micke: get some of my writing to her
Micke: you know
Micke: like a letter, email
Micke: whattever
Micke: i just wanted her to read
Micke: what i wrote
Micke: no reason, no need for a response (altho, well, it was hard to know if she read it if there were no resppnse)
Micke: thats it
Micke: fuck the person
Micke: she's probably an asshole, and she probably were back then
Micke: it was just a fix idea
Micke: don't know how i got over it. usually i get so set on something that i get all weird if i don't
Micke: like the train thing
Micke: but this writing idea probably wasn't that important
Piat: lol
Micke: ever gotten a fix idea?
Piat: its funny how her legacy took a life of its own
Piat: yeah i do all the time
Piat: i think its called over compulsary behavior
Micke: naah i don't think so, really?
Micke: it's not like
Micke: i have to do it all the time
Micke: i get this qustions
Piat: well to a point but its like something takes a hold on you
Piat: and you have to see it through
Micke: "what would it be like to put this plastic bit in my foot"
Micke: and i put it in there
Micke: and i walk around with it
Micke: till i'm satisfied
Micke: then i can't get it out
Micke: and i have to go to the doctor
Micke: how the fuck do i explain that to a doctor?
Micke: "oh sorry, i got a plastic thing stuck in here. you can't get it out tho, since the wound is healed shut"
Micke: it's so fucking stupid
Micke: and
Micke: "what would it be like to get hit by a train"
Micke: and i ran it over
Micke: week after week in my head
Micke: and one day at 10pm
Micke: i just told the people whewre i lived
Micke: that i were going for a stroll
Micke: i got on a bus
Micke: for 1 hour
Micke: out to the place i were born
Micke: i slept in the snow
Micke: no fucking trasins in the middle of the night there appeaantly
Micke: fucking nowhere
Micke: then
Micke: i was about to call it off
Micke: at 6 am
Micke: i hear this train
Micke: i run back to the tracks
Micke: get on my stomach
Micke: and just put my hand on the track
Micke: i hear the train pass by
Micke: i don't feel anything
Micke: i just hear like someone smashed a baseball
Micke: i let it pass
Micke: i stand up
Micke: and i though i fucked up
Micke: like i always do
Micke: i then look down
Micke: i can't see my hand
Micke: i start to laugh in a weird "what haappened" way
Micke: i feel it dangling
Micke: in a "sena"
Micke: or sinew
Micke: or what itr's called
Micke: i take it in the hand
Micke: it's cold
Micke: the thumb is bent out of shape
Micke: and a piece of bone is sticking out
Micke: it felt hard as fuck tho
Micke: weird anyways
Micke: the arm, ot was like just
Micke: abone pipe
Micke: sticking out
Micke: just where the hard thing just before the hand is usually
Micke: anyways
Micke: i run to the bus-stop
Micke: two people going to work
Micke: i say "please help me"
Micke: sounded like a whiny girl, no dount
Micke: the guy, got on a bus that just arrived. he thought "that he had scratched myself on a fence"
Micke: it turned out later
Micke: the girl called the ambulance
Micke: i stood there
Micke: holding my hand
Micke: with my still-attached hand
Micke: holding it over my head, for 15 minutes
Micke: the ambulance arrived
Micke: i had to climb over a fence to get inside the aambulance, they lifted my over it
Micke: when inside the ambulance
Micke: they turned my head away from the "hand" when i tried to look
Micke: i was curious damn it
Micke: i wanted to see
Micke: got me some morphine
Micke: was nice
Micke: and off we went
Micke: i love ambulances
Micke: I FUCKING LOVE AMBULANCES
Micke: got to the hospital
Piat: lol free healthcare ftw
Micke: fucking douches wanted to take my te,p up my ass. i told them no.
Piat: here its like 1000 dollars for an ambulance ride
Micke: they put me to sleep
Micke: i wake up
Micke: no hand, and a bandaid
Micke: first thing i say
Micke: "now i can't clap my hands anymore"
Micke: all this
Micke: and
Micke: that was the best day of my life
Micke: that day is what made me last this far even
Micke: sure, it sucks sometimes
Micke: but i dare to say
Micke: that
Micke: that was the best day. in my fucking life
Micke: sorry dude
Micke: i just ranted on
Micke: sorry
Piat: lol its ok
Piat: i always wondered why you did that
Piat: i mean for me to lose an arm would be determinental
Piat: since i am an artist
Piat: i would probably an hero
Micke: i were/am a computer programmer
Micke: and a gamer
Micke: i cried a couple times, like a stupid-ass
Micke: but the end justifies the means
Piat: tbh u do type pretty fast for just one handed
Micke: however i feel to this day, that whilst it were the best day ever
Micke: if i could change anything
Micke: i wouldn't have skipped it
Micke: but i would have put one of my foots on the rail instead
Micke: that is the thing that i regret
Piat: yeah leg would have been better
Piat: i wouldnt miss a leg
Micke: yeah but the thing is
Micke: i ran it my head so many times
Micke: i always thought about the hand
Micke: and
Micke: so many times
Micke: yet
Micke: i realise afterwards, that i did not think about what would happen afterwards
Micke: not once
Micke: i didn't even think of what i would do
Micke: if those people wouldn't have stood there just that day
Micke: or if they wouldn've taken a later bus
Micke: i would be dead
Micke: i had no phone no nothing
Micke: i would have been standing right there
Micke: in the streets, bleeding to death
Micke: when the chock had passed, since it almost weasn't bleeding at all in the b eginning
Micke: i'm quite quirky you see
Micke: so
Micke: i hate disturbing people
Micke: i mean
Micke: i really really REALLY hate that
Micke: i wouldn't have dared knock on someones door at that hour
Micke: it wouldn't even cross my mind
Micke: it's like
Micke: we have these places for pedestrians to pass the road here, i'm sure you guys do too. can't remember the name
Micke: anyways
Micke: a law
Micke: that says cars have to stop for pedestrians that want to cross the road
Micke: people just walk urt in the road, and cars have to stop
Micke: but
Micke: i just can't
Micke: if i see a car
Micke: and i want to pass
Micke: i walk past the crossing
Piat: yeah its called the right of way
Micke: and wait till the car has passed
Micke: then walk over
Micke: i can stand for like 30 minutes at a crossing
Micke: if its heavy ytraffic
Micke: i just can't get myself to have a car, that's bigger and shouldn't evben wait for me to begin with, stop and let me pass
Micke: i get all weird if i forget to say "thank you" to the guy or girl in the mcdonalds register