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Toasted English muffin with cream cheese and jelly goes crazy.
An Odd Journey on the Train Tracks
First, you must board the train at 192.168.1.1, a quirky, rusted locomotive that chugs along creaking wooden tracks laid over a digital landscape. The passengers are a motley crew of binary figures, their faces pixelated, shimmering in and out of focus.
The Journey to 127.0.0.1
As the train lurches forward, you hear a voice echoing through the compartments: “Make the transfer to 127.0.0.1!” It’s an old conductor with a mustache made of tangled wires, gesturing wildly. The train makes a sharp turn onto an unseen track, rattling your bones and sparking a low-frequency hum in the air.
Suddenly, you begin to ping the rails, listening intently for the distant rumble of another train—a kind of signal that tells you if you’re on the right track. “If there’s not an active train coming on the line,” the conductor warns, “it’s probably a hardware issue on the tracks!”
The Strange Encounter
As if summoned by the conductor's words, a ghostly train appears on a parallel track, its windows fogged with a haze of glitches. You lean over to catch a glimpse inside. Instead of passengers, you see flickering images of memories and fragments of songs. One small figure stands out, performing a surreal rendition of, “Rape me, rape me again,” his voice resonating with haunting clarity.
In a flash, the figure morphs into Kurt Cobain, strumming an invisible guitar, blending music with the very essence of the train. Just like that, the world spins into a whirl of colors and sound, and you can’t tell where the rails end and reality begins.
The Final Call
“Get home, son. Get home!” The old conductor’s voice thunders, pulling you back to the present. You’re jolted upright, realizing this bizarre odyssey has led you deep into your own consciousness. With a determined heart, you reach into your pocket, pulling out a crack pipe. You take a toke of DMT, and suddenly the train transforms into a burst of cosmic colors, propelling you into a realm beyond understanding. Everything becomes nothing, and nothing becomes everything. You are now one with the universe. "I'm home...".
The End.
I will be better next time, I understand how fucked up that was. It was just the stress of everything, she knew my job was thinking about firing me at a couple points, and she still decides it's okay to stress me out, especially to that level. It was just the stress of it all that was killing me. I couldn't get her to come out after that, hang ups, flaking on dates, etc. (before I called) and she was starting to really scare me. I just completely lost my mind.
She said she was from another country and she moved here years ago, that is why I asked. I understand, it's completely fucked up, I was super stressed out at the time. I never would've involved ICE. If you look at my previous comment, I explained that I wanted to know if she had it just so I can say in case she tried taking me to court I'd tell her to take a DNA test (still fucked up, but this is where my mind was at the time).
I was very sorry after it, and her and I were cool for a bit until I just broke things off myself, for my self-respect and for hers. I also wanted to break up because I was scared about the baby thing and wanted to wait it out to see if she was actually pregnant or not (she kept holding me up for 2 months straight). It was my only way of knowing, I don't have social media, and I didn't have hers.
I've talked to two other coworkers here about the whole situation (both Latino) and they agree that she was a nutcase. They did not blame me for the way I reacted. (Still, not okay of course)
If I didn't love myself, I would've stayed in this relationship. She was not my source of happiness. I learned to let go of her, even if that meant losing my first potential girlfriend.
I believe I am ready for a real relationship, just not with her. It was complete mental torture.
Totally understand. I just felt like I couldn't trust her even if she said no or yes, and I don't believe she would've taken a pregancy test. She also kept holding me up on dates for about 4 weeks after what she said, then I told her I wanted to break up. She still was trying to get back with me but I was intentionally screwing things up to get her to leave. I was really scared of her after that moment, which is why I tried to seek external help from that coworker. My mind was looking for an escape at that time because I was thinking about suicide. It's a very terrible situation and I hope you can understand where I was at the time. (Still not okay, but I just couldn't handle the stress)
She didn't text me the entire day on the same day we were supposed to go on our date. I was also drunk when she took it off. Sorry for not clarifiying that.
Trust me, I learned my lesson. I am never doing that again.
Oh, okay, I understand.
Fuck ICE.
Why does he capitalize random words?