“Why’d you do that?” Please remember that I am using what I’ve seen in humans to mimic them
jonny bolduc, “gut” 2015
Thought-to-speech technology that gets hacked by people who want text messages from their pets while they are at work, only to immediately regret it because their pets text them the dumbest things, and the only way to get any kind of a clear image of what's going on is texting the other pets for cross-reference.
Like you get a text from your dog going "END IS HERE DOOM IS COMING URGENT URGENT SEND TEXT G-D HAVE MERCY, HUMAN COME HOME IMMEDIATELY", (you have no idea why the text translator has decided that your dog is jewish, but that doesn't feel important enough to look into or change) and before you do, you text the cat like "what's going on?"
And the cat replies "sunshine is turned off, window is cold >:C" so okay that's a clue. You've got a monitor lizard that doesn't do much monitoring, but will reply with whatever the lizard is feeling right now if you text "?" first.
"hwrmbglhlr the earth rumbles are sexy", replies the lizard. Okay, so dog panic, no sunshine, and the lizard is sensing vibrations. Oh, there's a rain storm overhead. Fuck's sake.
Occasionally you get three messages at the exact same time. One from Amazon saying your package was delivered, one from the dog saying “Did I do something bad??? Box person won’t come in and play with me 😞” and one from the cat saying “STRANGER DANGER WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE”
VARGASTOBER - day 16 : Disappointment
Scriabin made by @zarla-s
Vargastober made by: @disposal-blueeee
oh my goooodddd
A Constant Hum (found in a derelict factory)
ITS ALL A BLUR, THE PERSON YOU ARE AND THE PERSON YOU WERE.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
— Nitya Prakash
"you don't have to perform around me" sweetheart i have to perform in front of myself
a comic about my experience with other people's perception of my DID/OSDD. might do more pages in the future? we'll see.
Adding this gold from the notes
Natalie Wee, Least of all
Image I.D. — “I kneel into a dream / where I am good & loved. / I am good. I am loved.” — End I.D.
:3
me: oh man im starving but im not sure what i should make for dinner……
the spirit of a 12th century templar knight that died a horrific death due to torture that started haunting me after i found a sword in the middle of the woods: spaghetti once more, prithee?
me: henry you are brilliant. spaghetti it is
died and came back exactly the same but something was so so so wrong with me before and now I have an excuse to really lean into it