Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

I support the #GetOnMyLawn movement, I suppose, but I'm also not conceding #GetOffMyLawn as an appropriate sentiment for millennial overreach... or jort memes. ;p

Guess I'll have to use both...but if this ever results in any Mastodon user being held in a state of Schrödingerian quantum superposition on my lawn, I will NOT be held accountable. I'm not getting up at 3 am in the morning just to observe you. *shakes cane* >___<

(Lousy no-good paradox makin' kids, I'll collapse THEIR waveform!)

@Ulfra_Wolfe @mawr @zebratron2084 @Oneironott @indi @KawaSeadrake @adeptomega @neonNeptunian (and anyone I missed!):

Dr. Marid would like to have a word with you about your unauthorized treatment of one of his patients... https://awoo.space/media/9gFgqskoV7G_FRucREs

(That word is apparently "hrrrwarrrwroowawrr," which translates as "thank you for your timely concern and assistance but his treatment should be well in hand from here." <3 )

#prognosis: #rawr

jesus fucking christ, fuzzies, when the hell did care-a-lot get icbm's? i feel like i've been hit by a love nuke

Thank you. I'm in tears here. <3

More elaborate thanks coming later tonight if I have time. I have to arrange props and secure the consent of certain professionals in my area. O:)

@mawr​ @Oneironott​ @Ulfra_Wolfe@witches.town​ @KawaSeadrake​ @acetone_kitten​ @Draekos​ @thefishcrow@cybre.space​ @adeptomega@octodon.social​

Used to have this rule of thumb: if I dream about something for a whole week, time to do something about it.

Fortunately, heavy THC use (shush, you should see how fucked up I was BEFORE I started) usually stifles my REM sleep just enough that I don't have to care, but... Ohio.

I think this is the first time I'm explicitly telling my dreams "I know, I know, fuck off." I don't wanna hear what my brain thinks. Its brokenness got me into this shit. -_-

(It's... gonna be like this all week. That's just how the holidays are for me these days. Torn between not just two, but three worlds this time, one of which I was explicitly requested to get the fuck out of. Fair warning. Only reassurance I can offer is that I always come out of it feeling much better and grateful as fuck to be back in Seattle, with my actual friends instead of the angry doppelgangers of them in my subconscious.)

Dipshit, the content warnings don't work if you still click on them. You know seeing it upsets you, you know just Being Stoic about it doesn't work. Step the fuck away from it, asshole, until you can manage some shred of compersion and just be second-order happy about it. And put down that cookie, shithead, a cookie is not breakfast. You suck, you fragile asshole. You suck. You suck. You suck. You suck, that why you're not part of this...

i'll be okay -- my bedroom in my parents house at 2 am is basically the total perspective vortex and right now a whole room filled with me is a pretty unpleasant place to be. it's better to tag this to keep it away from innocent eyes and just lance this gross thing still lingering between my ears, hopefully once and for all.

also i've been having some great nightmares lately, not fooling, so maybe i'll get a good therapeutic one tonight -- see ya in carcosa <3

"Some people might have made mistakes. They may have arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them."

"They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish whim, or momentary impulse. Some may have gotten half-way there, and then changed their minds."

"He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake."

--Talking Heads, "Seen and Not Seen"

#dysphoria #canofworms #selfhate #regret #pathos #bojackyoureapieceofshit

Sitting here bolt-upright in bed, jetlagged and angry at nothing in particular, ruminating over all this year's-- and this lifetime's-- colossal failures.

I keep getting these flashes of "never want to see any of you again," which is weird, because I love you all. I think it's some kind of displacement of "I wish I could never see me again."

I don't want to die. I just want to retire and let a new actor take over in my place. Or maybe get a bridge dropped on me and return as my own twin.

"Kill them all. Leave their housekeys and silverware in the dumpster outside." -- Don Racconelli

#moodsnapshot

https://awoo.space/media/HnnW81Y2AeAVz7Vs9KM

#moodsnapshot https://awoo.space/media/dLFkXtMJrOAQ2M1zN08

For all the leftist barnstorming I've done on Reddit, my single highest-rated comment today is me insisting that dogs are Pokemon of "type: Friend."

This feels like an important lesson somehow.

Death is pretty vulgar. I could never become a killer, except maybe for an exceptionally valid political cause, because after my dad died I made an explicit philosophical point, for my own sanity, of becoming really bored with death.

Turning someone totally alien and incomprehensible, on the other hand... corrosive to whatever stifling social circumstances forced the misery of a human superego onto them...

Never be misled. The original lavavixen Kincaid was a supervillain.

I bear more of a resemblance to Vaughan, the "nightmare angel of the expressway" from J.G. Ballard's _Crash_, than I really wanted to confront.

The main difference is that he's obsessed with orchestrating death, that moment where a live body spatters across a dashboard in a pseudo-erotic tableaux of chaos...

And I'm obsessed with the moment where someone you love becomes so alien and transfigured, you can't feel their love again unless YOU cross that same transformative boundary.

"What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured." - Kurt Vonnegut

I disagreed with Uncle Kurt on a lot of things, but I just can not quote that often enough.

JORT = 0.2 🅱️

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

(You are each alloted 10 🅱️'s per diem. The moment you hit 11 on any given day, our acquaintance is at an end. ;) )

"The answer to bad porn is not no porn, it's good porn." -- Annie Sprinkle

Extrapolate this to things other than porn, and the advanced student can figure out about 90% of my remaining issues with the Millennial Left on their own. Y'all sure like to throw out old bathtubs without asking what that crying sound is.

Hmm.

Given the recent snark level of my (sigh) toots here, I should probably warn y'all... I am normally a pretty heavy cannabis user, and since I'm stuck in Ohio for 10 days, I'm undergoing a forced tolerance break.

I may not exactly be a big stripey feedbag full of gay purple sunshine for the next week and a half. Your forbearance is appreciated in advance.

I promise to only kill things I intend to eat. *bears blood-stained zebra fangs in a huge unsteady grin* <3