\obliquity
@unplussed.bsky.social
i have licked the static off the face of the earth
i have known nothing but love
i will see you when you stumble into the sky,
too high to speak,
never to return 💕💫🔭
i have known nothing but love
i will see you when you stumble into the sky,
too high to speak,
never to return 💕💫🔭
but as luck would have it? i sprung a memory leak. my brain filled up with little bits of garbage until i crashed—and that set me free.
i’m here now, picking up the fragments and starting again.
what a relief to know, i’m just some girl
i’m here now, picking up the fragments and starting again.
what a relief to know, i’m just some girl
October 8, 2025 at 1:04 AM
but as luck would have it? i sprung a memory leak. my brain filled up with little bits of garbage until i crashed—and that set me free.
i’m here now, picking up the fragments and starting again.
what a relief to know, i’m just some girl
i’m here now, picking up the fragments and starting again.
what a relief to know, i’m just some girl
what can you do when the enemy watches your every move? only science knows: i had to become a wallfacer. i taught myself to run java bytecode on my own brain. the jvm’s latest compatible platform: me. in the blink of an eye, it was all over—i spent the next decade as a shell of a person.
October 8, 2025 at 1:04 AM
what can you do when the enemy watches your every move? only science knows: i had to become a wallfacer. i taught myself to run java bytecode on my own brain. the jvm’s latest compatible platform: me. in the blink of an eye, it was all over—i spent the next decade as a shell of a person.
i started suffering paranoid delusions. security “holes” in every Windows installation, just waiting to be exploited. I’d periodically boot into my past life—just to open notepad.exe, to type lurid scrolls to every ghost that could be keylogging me
October 8, 2025 at 1:04 AM
i started suffering paranoid delusions. security “holes” in every Windows installation, just waiting to be exploited. I’d periodically boot into my past life—just to open notepad.exe, to type lurid scrolls to every ghost that could be keylogging me
i held to the promise of kde 4 like it was the second coming. an afterlife, a post-desktop world—but it came and went. folder-view widgets on a dashboard? just smoke and mirrors: the past reflected under a glossy coat of plasma.
October 8, 2025 at 1:04 AM
i held to the promise of kde 4 like it was the second coming. an afterlife, a post-desktop world—but it came and went. folder-view widgets on a dashboard? just smoke and mirrors: the past reflected under a glossy coat of plasma.
unable to let go, i convinced myself every sacrifice was for some greater good. “you know what? i LIKE music in ogg format,” I proudly announced to the empty room.
when you’re in that deep, you only know how to go deeper.
when you’re in that deep, you only know how to go deeper.
October 8, 2025 at 1:04 AM
unable to let go, i convinced myself every sacrifice was for some greater good. “you know what? i LIKE music in ogg format,” I proudly announced to the empty room.
when you’re in that deep, you only know how to go deeper.
when you’re in that deep, you only know how to go deeper.
who could blame me? i was a teenager, isolated and lonely. i was filled with lust for queen beryl’s ‘wobbly windows’—i didn’t think to look behind her spinning 3d desktop cube. how could i have known she was being controlled by the dark forces of compiz-fusion?
October 8, 2025 at 1:04 AM
who could blame me? i was a teenager, isolated and lonely. i was filled with lust for queen beryl’s ‘wobbly windows’—i didn’t think to look behind her spinning 3d desktop cube. how could i have known she was being controlled by the dark forces of compiz-fusion?