psychic timetrav'l'r [Alawen]
@jynell.itch.io
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This is the personal account of a woman who is wild.
Her art account is here. https://bsky.app/profile/kikiala.bsky.social
This is the personal account of a woman who is wild.
Her art account is here. https://bsky.app/profile/kikiala.bsky.social
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I know it must be clear that I have no filter going out. I am telling you that I also have no filter coming in. Everything takes deep, improbable root immediately like it's the vital key to an escape room puzzle box I'm trapped in all my life
are you telling me people can have a stable identity and not be constantly treading water and fending off non-stop disparagement amid physical and psychological attacks while also healing from lifelong injuries that keep being added to and also trying to understand so hard all the time full manually
January 1, 2026 at 10:11 AM
are you telling me people can have a stable identity and not be constantly treading water and fending off non-stop disparagement amid physical and psychological attacks while also healing from lifelong injuries that keep being added to and also trying to understand so hard all the time full manually
me: why does everyone hate me ???
friends: are you fucking kidding!? you're the worst person ever!! we all hate you June!!!!!
me: why does this keep happening
me: [that part of me dies again, and out comes silly stupid parts to try to at least make some art]
Meanwhile, I am free entertainment idk
friends: are you fucking kidding!? you're the worst person ever!! we all hate you June!!!!!
me: why does this keep happening
me: [that part of me dies again, and out comes silly stupid parts to try to at least make some art]
Meanwhile, I am free entertainment idk
January 1, 2026 at 10:08 AM
me: why does everyone hate me ???
friends: are you fucking kidding!? you're the worst person ever!! we all hate you June!!!!!
me: why does this keep happening
me: [that part of me dies again, and out comes silly stupid parts to try to at least make some art]
Meanwhile, I am free entertainment idk
friends: are you fucking kidding!? you're the worst person ever!! we all hate you June!!!!!
me: why does this keep happening
me: [that part of me dies again, and out comes silly stupid parts to try to at least make some art]
Meanwhile, I am free entertainment idk
I aspire to teach the world about video compression
January 1, 2026 at 9:57 AM
I aspire to teach the world about video compression
someone treated me like a human and i ate food
January 1, 2026 at 8:01 AM
someone treated me like a human and i ate food
Whoever set up this silence around me has done a great job of making me want to die. I don't know why anyone would do this. I understand that I cannot endure the violence others throw around constantly. But isn't there anyone good? Of course, suicide. My only option.
January 1, 2026 at 1:15 AM
Whoever set up this silence around me has done a great job of making me want to die. I don't know why anyone would do this. I understand that I cannot endure the violence others throw around constantly. But isn't there anyone good? Of course, suicide. My only option.
I want to be treated like a human. I'm just a person out here. I don't know what happened.
January 1, 2026 at 1:13 AM
I want to be treated like a human. I'm just a person out here. I don't know what happened.
Every single post I make is stalked by bots here now. There are new accounts every minute named Julie, supposedly someone doing work online, and I can't even block or stop it. They keep appearing.
Please. Help me understand why.
January 1, 2026 at 12:52 AM
Every single post I make is stalked by bots here now. There are new accounts every minute named Julie, supposedly someone doing work online, and I can't even block or stop it. They keep appearing.
I want to be rescued. Instead I am blamed and tortured for all time. I want to live a simple, peaceful life of artmaking. Instead it's pure silence. Why.
January 1, 2026 at 12:43 AM
I want to be rescued. Instead I am blamed and tortured for all time. I want to live a simple, peaceful life of artmaking. Instead it's pure silence. Why.
I just want to live my normal life. I know local victims of the war hatred burns is something no one seems to care about. I am so tired of being blamed for what I endure. I hold the keys to light inside my heart. And shadow does not burn me. It's only by machine that I can be extinguished like this.
January 1, 2026 at 12:41 AM
I just want to live my normal life. I know local victims of the war hatred burns is something no one seems to care about. I am so tired of being blamed for what I endure. I hold the keys to light inside my heart. And shadow does not burn me. It's only by machine that I can be extinguished like this.
I miss my friends. I miss being able to find work.
January 1, 2026 at 12:39 AM
I miss my friends. I miss being able to find work.
I am isolated. I can't reach outside.
January 1, 2026 at 12:39 AM
I am isolated. I can't reach outside.
I cannot escape.
January 1, 2026 at 12:36 AM
I cannot escape.
I have not had a positive interaction with anyone today, other than myself and a small cat. The cat was playing with some string, so we played. As less of this earth becomes accessible to me, I lose the will to live. There is no point if no one treats me like a human being.
December 31, 2025 at 11:25 PM
I have not had a positive interaction with anyone today, other than myself and a small cat. The cat was playing with some string, so we played. As less of this earth becomes accessible to me, I lose the will to live. There is no point if no one treats me like a human being.
For those who can still navigate time and human community, I share from the oblivion of its absence.
Of all the portraits I hung above my door-side, kneeling place of humble prayer and preparatory ritual, only this small prayer stayed aloft.
The others linger, dissheveled, lost.
Of all the portraits I hung above my door-side, kneeling place of humble prayer and preparatory ritual, only this small prayer stayed aloft.
The others linger, dissheveled, lost.
December 31, 2025 at 9:49 PM
For those who can still navigate time and human community, I share from the oblivion of its absence.
Of all the portraits I hung above my door-side, kneeling place of humble prayer and preparatory ritual, only this small prayer stayed aloft.
The others linger, dissheveled, lost.
Of all the portraits I hung above my door-side, kneeling place of humble prayer and preparatory ritual, only this small prayer stayed aloft.
The others linger, dissheveled, lost.
Reposted by psychic timetrav'l'r [Alawen]
Another brand-new original poem by a simple human, locked-up in a sightless bind.
December 31, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Another brand-new original poem by a simple human, locked-up in a sightless bind.
The entire world seems to conspire toward my irritation, and it wastes my energy. I'm just trying to protect that by sharing, but even that is mocked by machines of hatred. Where are the humans? What is this shit? Why am I so isolated? Will this bullshit never end?
December 31, 2025 at 9:09 PM
The entire world seems to conspire toward my irritation, and it wastes my energy. I'm just trying to protect that by sharing, but even that is mocked by machines of hatred. Where are the humans? What is this shit? Why am I so isolated? Will this bullshit never end?
Listen, I used to have a few friends on here. Now it's just silence. What happened? What happened? What happened? What happened?
December 31, 2025 at 9:08 PM
Listen, I used to have a few friends on here. Now it's just silence. What happened? What happened? What happened? What happened?
I guess humanity is gone. All I get is a ping and a feasting recycle of my wisdom into utterly disgusting bullshit by a fucking bot made purely out of piss. What happened to humanity?
December 31, 2025 at 9:07 PM
I guess humanity is gone. All I get is a ping and a feasting recycle of my wisdom into utterly disgusting bullshit by a fucking bot made purely out of piss. What happened to humanity?
Fucking bots.
December 31, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Fucking bots.
archive.org/details/kiki...
My live poetry reading and performance (featuring primarily my own original piano and guitar music in the background, sort of managed real-time)
Is still something I feel proud to have earned, my art.
My live poetry reading and performance (featuring primarily my own original piano and guitar music in the background, sort of managed real-time)
Is still something I feel proud to have earned, my art.
June Elva: "3matchbooks" Visual Audiobook : kikiala : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive
100% Original Starving Artist Visual Audiobook of Spoken Word Performance Art.Download the original music: https://kikiala.bandcamp.com/Financial support is...
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December 31, 2025 at 8:59 PM
archive.org/details/kiki...
My live poetry reading and performance (featuring primarily my own original piano and guitar music in the background, sort of managed real-time)
Is still something I feel proud to have earned, my art.
My live poetry reading and performance (featuring primarily my own original piano and guitar music in the background, sort of managed real-time)
Is still something I feel proud to have earned, my art.
(Science Fiction) In +ALT text.
December 31, 2025 at 8:48 PM
(Science Fiction) In +ALT text.
If someone speaks the truth, and good people turn away in disgust, they will claim that they were harmed. Their perfect vision was attained, and there was nothing more to gain from listening to another broken-hearted guitarist crying in the gutter, above which they rose.
Still they devour my heart.
Still they devour my heart.
December 31, 2025 at 7:57 PM
If someone speaks the truth, and good people turn away in disgust, they will claim that they were harmed. Their perfect vision was attained, and there was nothing more to gain from listening to another broken-hearted guitarist crying in the gutter, above which they rose.
Still they devour my heart.
Still they devour my heart.
(Science Fiction) When I hear the mocking laughter of the ones who reached their own conclusion, a speck of dust shifts in my ear. I can't extract the implant; my body rejected it, and it died. I can't extract the insult; my body came back to life, and I continue my search.
Many times did I revive.
Many times did I revive.
December 31, 2025 at 7:48 PM
(Science Fiction) When I hear the mocking laughter of the ones who reached their own conclusion, a speck of dust shifts in my ear. I can't extract the implant; my body rejected it, and it died. I can't extract the insult; my body came back to life, and I continue my search.
Many times did I revive.
Many times did I revive.
(Science Fiction) People in a society are worn thin. No one knows what it means to be alive anymore. Too much fear, too much sorrow, trauma, endless.
I don't know why everyone finds this heavy. It's an attempt to step back and honestly describe an observation.
I don't know why everyone finds this heavy. It's an attempt to step back and honestly describe an observation.
December 31, 2025 at 7:38 PM
(Science Fiction) People in a society are worn thin. No one knows what it means to be alive anymore. Too much fear, too much sorrow, trauma, endless.
I don't know why everyone finds this heavy. It's an attempt to step back and honestly describe an observation.
I don't know why everyone finds this heavy. It's an attempt to step back and honestly describe an observation.