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