Burp After Reading

>be me, bonky
>i'm nihilistically howling in a sphere of my own eroded spirit
>things do pop into being from time to time
>statues, furniture, buildings, trees, buses, people, factories
>but they're all abraided and pitted and swept away
>in this tumbler of my rage against GOd
>pickle horse-man cracks the door open
>"are ya winnin' bonky?" he asks
>"hey i need a few minutes,"  i say
>"okey doke," he shuts the door.
>i think about eroding pickle horse-man
>he looks like he's assembled a sturdy little bit of confidence and healthy self-imagery
>when i think about it, that's probably God's biggest virtue
>that he doesn't just wipe it all away
>except for the few times that he did
>he used to be all about eroding his mistakes away
>but he just, i don't know
>he started solving his problems differently
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>pickle horse-man knocks on the door
>"what's up" i call
>"want to go on an adventure?"
>"i was really planning on doing some more nihilistic howling."
>"oh okay. well, you can do more nihilistic howling now, but it will still be here for you later if you need it."
>"i know, i think i just 'have my palette set' on doing it now."
>"okay, you know, I wouldn't try and make you do anything you wouldn't want to do, I just want to make sure we both see all the options available to us."
>"yeah I appreciate that."
>"ok, well, I'm going to hang out with Elki."
>"does Elki like nihilistic howling?"
>pickle horse-man blinks
>"because, i don't know, i was thinking we could all do a bit of nihilstic howling together."
>"Elki is a superhero, a husband, and a dad."
>"oh so he's too good for nihilistic howling"
>"i'm not saying that, i really shouldn't be speaking for him but, you know, maybe it's a time thing - maybe he doesn't have the time for it."
>"so you're saying i only howl nihilistically because i have so much time"
>pickle horse-man starts to retreat behind the door but stops, "look, i just would really rather do adventuresome stuff and build fabulous things and visit crazy places."
>"my nihilistic howling isn't good enough for you."
>i hear him sharply inhale. "bonky, if we could plot out and visualize all the people to nihilistically wail in a sub-universe of their own making, you'd be the absolute best at it. i support everything you do and i love you but i also have to express my own interests and needs alongside that."
>"ok."
>"ok." he says, and shuts the door.
>i'm rarin' up for a big wail
>he opens the door again
>and scoots in a little instrument
>"i made this" he says, and shuts it again.
>i walk over and pick it up
>it's a string instrument with a special device so that horses can play it
>i pluck away at it and howl nihilistically
>the plonking actually complements the howling
>feels good
>i think to myself maybe i ought to set up an adventure
>pickle horse-man's always the one doing the adventuring
>largely because he's the only one who can operate a vehicle
>so it's really a matter of access
>the world is made for people with hands
>so people with hands have the most access
>i think about what a horse-designed adventure might even look like
>well, ideally it would be in the great plains
>and we would run in a herd
>but pickle horse-man doesn't do well in a herd
>he does well at herding
>hmmm
>hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
>i think about all the adventures i've ever seen
>and usually a raft is involved
>a raft out in the middle of the ocean
>leading people to adventure
>so i blindfold pickle horse-man
>and i say we're going on an adventure bonky-style
>and he asks what that means
>and i say it's a secret
>so i take him to the ocean
>and i start the automated emergency airline raft i stole from flight 1938 that crashed behind our house
>and he gets in
>and i push us out to sea
Day 1: very bad idea. further planning may have been necessary. strong wind took us too far out to sea. we are adrift. no supplies. fighting is getting out of hand.
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Day 8: i am dyeing.
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