🔶 KLCY AXIOM Prime @kelseyhusky@awoo.space

Or maybe a tolerance break?

Just gonna have to put Masto down for a while. This isn't on anyone here. You all are wonderful and strange and everything that is super-declarative and self-defining and soul-expressing that makes this ball of dirt bearable to live on.

Please you all stay your wonderful selves.

(If this is worrying to anyone, let me be clear: I am totally safe physically. I will still answer DMs and if you want a chat, my #Telegram is available upon request.)

If I had to pick a first cartoon crush, It would be between April O'Neil from the first Ninja Turtles cartoon, (the one with the best theme out of all their shows) and Melfina from Outlaw Star. Cause pretty naked woman in a jar talking to a spaceship is my trope and I have no shame about it.

Okay!

(and maybe I started before this closed.)

I'm feeling moved to start writing some smut. Just to indulge myself. An author was opening for commissions and as I was filling out the form, I started realizing that maybe i should just write it myself.

Should I?

Okay, so, the board I'm looking at has range of pricing between $3,000-$50,000 for a 4 week period I'd have to contact the media company for an exact quote. Should I?

Gonna start a go-fund-me to buy a billboard on Lake City Way so I can put "Trans Rights are Human Rights" in front of everyone commuting south to Seattle every day for a month

Okay. Had a good cry, the Monster has kicked in. Thinking approaching optimum again.

Why did we let the morning people take over and set the tone for society?

Something's wrong in here. Been feeling disconnected and de-corporeal for days. I'm looking through these eyes and hearing through these ears, but I don't know why. I feel like I'm going through motions with no motivation or reason, helplessly and desperately broadcasting to a universe that wouldn't even notice if I stopped and would be glad of the decrease in volume if it ever did.

Is this disassociation? It feels like a physical hardware problem like there's an energy field suppressing me.

Which is so messed up, cause objectively speaking I've got very little to complain about, and what I CAN complain about feels like I have no right to complain:

*My body is 35 T-years old and is starting to break down, or at least not perform as well as it did 10 years ago. this happens to everyone, and I know people who have to fucking exist in pain with only brief respite, so shut the fuck up.

*My mouth is falling apart. I neglected taking care of my teeth for almost 10 years. Mouth doctors can't do anything except pull teeth. But it was my own damn fault, so shut the fuck up.

*I'm diabetic. This was pretty much inevitable given my family's medical history. But I had complete knowledge of that, and knowledge of how to eat right and healthy, and exercise and be active, and just didn't do it. Own Damn Fault. Shut the fuck up.

Everything wrong is shit you did to yourself. Stop whining. Shut the fuck up and leave the universe alone.

So, I was given a 200$ budget to get some new clothes, cause i've been working on shedding some operational mass.

I spend 100 on actual clothes. And then I decided to get brave and a little wild.

#TMITuesday! Time to answer all your queries!

So many art needs. I never used to feel so hopeless at getting art. And i've been telling myself that I can't draw for so long that it's probably locked in and self-fulfilling by now. Which sucks.

I really wish this data port at the back of my skull could be used for something more than lewdness.

Y'all remember when throwing rotten vegetables (tomatoes) was a thing the public did at politicians that displeased them? (this was shows wonderfully in Tim Burton's Batman Returns (1992))

I'm really glad we're trying to bring that sort of thing back. It is an immediate and visceral way of expressing displeasure and disapproval that costs little to the thrower, (don't yeet your expensive milkshakes, kids. The jerks in suits aren't worth the good stuff) and costs much more proportionally to the targets (they will pay for their dry cleaning at much more expensive cleaners, thus, sending business to workers that could use the income.) Also, don't throw the metal cup. Just the compostable paper cup, with no straw. Including the lid is okay, but only as means of preventing premature detonation. The lid should keep the round fused for impact, thereby minimizing collateral damage to innocent crowds.

A simple act with multiple benefits. Very efficient. Now all we need is an gig-economy app. Call it MlkShakr or something. It will harvest rally times and locations from social media and then find nearby produce and milkshake vendors from which to arm the populace with.

Sanity check: Did a fascist actually get hit with a milkshake, or is this just re-purposing a snarky internet observation into something useful to be done in the future?

PING check. Back online. Willing to try this again. Just have to keep telling myself that Y'all actually ARE my friends.

Stupid organic core keeps wanting to write lies and bad data to memory. Wish I could get rid of it.

Taking myself offline. Nothing is working correctly in here. Signing out. trying life again tomorrow.

Changed my display name to better sync up with my other masto-sonas. Shifting back into a much more manageable Beta platform. AXIOS isn't going anywhere, but I'm letting her uncombine and take a break for a while. She'll come back when I need her to. She's a good giant robot.

Which character should I data dump on next?