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Lime Salt
@synthesighs.bsky.social
apex prey
#2 demiurge fan
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electromechanical
openly hostile, not cool or chill
vivid illusion of lucidity
Kenny Loggins Danger Zone
eagerly setting out to define absolute good, returning jaded and bitter having found only a definition of absolute evil
November 24, 2025 at 9:54 PM
[wet twinkie, upon being squeezed] nooooo my twinkie juice (death rattle)
November 22, 2025 at 8:11 PM
[to the police officers staggering thru the doorway, clutching their uniforms to their noses] greetings. i see you’ve finally uncovered my glorious poop cavern [gets shot]
November 20, 2025 at 4:22 AM
t mobile home internet guaranteed at 35 bucks for five years. and then… we get your SOUL! ahhhh hahaha haaaaaaa
November 20, 2025 at 12:36 AM
rereading the wikipedia article on brussels sprouts for the dozenth time, hoping for the revelation of some overlooked crux or shaded enigma
November 16, 2025 at 8:07 PM
fixing my mental health by replacing my bed with a spike pit and just getting a really cozy couch. snakes would make for a better pit than spikes. but they’re better climbers than you’d think. Oh Fuck. I could just paint the spikes like snakes
November 14, 2025 at 12:16 AM
i concern myself less with the act of dying than i do with the possibility of creepy creatures. creepy creatures grab you and look at you and make icky noises. if a creepy creature gets me i hope it kills me really fast before any of that
October 31, 2025 at 4:42 PM
staring suspiciously at the rope’s circuitous path from underneath my bed to a giant fishhook hanging from my ceiling. unfurrowing my brow to whistle and cheer upon realizing that one million dollars are impaled upon the hook
October 31, 2025 at 4:02 AM
vertically integrating my soul. my god is bespoke and, in eating my flesh, i eat its flesh. it lacks key traits such as omniscience and those facilities prerequisite to mass redemption but the difference will be lost on the average consumer within a generation or two
October 31, 2025 at 3:50 AM
turns out the Infinite Food and Love Beam can also be used to blow a mf away so we’re banning it and killing all the scientists who built it sorry guys
October 29, 2025 at 10:27 PM
sausage-inflation factory? sausage-inflation conservatory? sausage-inflation boudoir? the boundary of distinction between them is more blurred than one might initially assume. (all implementations end with the sausage’s violent explosion)
October 29, 2025 at 10:07 PM
[standing idle as The Grand Lord of Pain and Shadow enters the Earth’s upper atmosphere in the form of a rolling, sooty cloud, drawn to the oceans of eternal lifeblood which it begins to harrow from the shriveling bodies of millions at once] i mean they were probably like huge pieces of shit, right?
October 26, 2025 at 1:06 AM
painting my piece of shit Yamaha arranger pink and calling it “The Pop Music Petunia” and selling it for 600 bucks. It plays chords and it WILL NOT force you to learn or practice or aspire. Still working on branded t-shirts and beanies but rest assured they’ll be a hundred dollars you fucking dweeb
October 24, 2025 at 9:19 PM
musicians aren’t real artists. music is the scantron of creative expression
October 19, 2025 at 9:33 PM
dismembering himself atop the altar of that god which destined him to prosper
October 17, 2025 at 8:23 PM
developing a computer virus which erases everything in the universe except you
October 10, 2025 at 7:12 AM
coping with my fears and anxieties by imagining them as a huge spider trying to break down my bedroom door
October 7, 2025 at 8:21 PM
imagine for a moment the perfect version of yourself. think of your self-diagnosed flaws and picture them eliminated; that is to say, picture yourself as if you lacked them. why aren’t you like that instead
September 16, 2025 at 10:59 PM
my mystic familiar has never since we first met stopped weeping
September 16, 2025 at 10:52 PM
leaving the same comment on every YouTube video i watch “Do you ever think about cleaning up and getting your shit together?” no need to respond, they can have the last word. ol’ reliable. scary as hell. hurts every time
September 16, 2025 at 9:47 PM
i would have taken the red pill and just chilled in my goo pod like a good little battery
September 11, 2025 at 9:44 PM
the deepest evils, great dark shapes, undulating only just out of view. they germinate and bloom, fruiting as they are noticed, withering as the eyes turn, rotting as they are drawn into focus, and crumbling to old dust as their newly abandoned domain is revealed in full. very unchill
September 10, 2025 at 1:59 AM
[forcing my 16th failed attempt to clone myself back under the slick fluid which fills its gestation tank as it weeps and howls] oh shit, sorryyyyy. sorry sorry sorry. geez whiz. oops
September 9, 2025 at 7:49 PM
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Ignore it bro. That’s delightbait
September 8, 2025 at 5:48 PM
i know! i’ll put my crazy in a box. then i’ll put that box in another box. then i’ll mail that box to me. and when it arrives, i’ll drop it on my front stoop whereupon it will burst and soak me to the bone right before i leave for work
September 9, 2025 at 2:08 PM