the perfect conformist made in a secret government lab >

satanist webring

a site map is so intimidating to me because i'm scared of what i might find between the pages. some things are meant to remain hidden...

holding back tears because apparently, my main page alone emits the amount of carbon that 18 trees absorb in a year. felony eco-criminal tbh

on a conformist's high, though i've been sober for years. my addiction to data stockpiling & css nitpicking is my digital substance abuse

in addition to divitus, i also have a phobia of times new roman, due to once having read a design influencer's opinion that it was the worst

intrusive thought to just delete my entire site & return to scrolling for eternity, passive & invisible. having a website feels too alive

to live now is to be with everything as it is now & since there is only now, it's the existence of everything right now that makes now exist

if the devil is in the details, it makes sense to overlook them, since it would be avoiding evil & pretending like it doesn't exist. . .

lurking like i'm god

i'm redundant & obsolete? i know what it feels like to be a machine made to function with severe limitations & only for a short duration ♡

sometimes i'm really confused about whether or not something ugly is actually beautiful, or if something beautiful is actually ugly

staring at my website reminds me of staring at my selfies, though only slightly less demonic

i need the government to validate me. how can i be acceptable or even sufficient without institutional authorization?

my internet crush, who runs a music review site, replied to me and said that my human organ harvesting joke sounded fun...true love?

dizzy, reckless, feverish...the world is collapsing, but is devolution a truly viable worldview? doubtful. it's like, reverse orgasm mindset