blackle mori
@blackle.bsky.social
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I do a lot of stuff because my brain has too many chemicals. 1994 ⚧ it/its I have 12 birthdays a year because of a medical mishap: https://youtu.be/OEirbqQjynU https://suricrasia.online/
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the temptation to change my avatar is too great
a textual warning that says:

"blackle mori public service announcement
I have changed my avatar. this is not a drill"

the old avatar is labelled "dystopian latex glove freak." a red arrow points to the new avatar, labelled "ska-punk posture collar." between the two avatars is the text "is now"

the notice continues:
"thank you for your understanding"
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for some reason I thought this was a reply to my other post! I was being foolish. the pun is actually very good
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could I possibly find someone on here who knows where I could buy button-up shirts/blouses with fitted silhouettes? everything I've found up to now looks too loose round the middle. I'm no longer keen on putting boxy clothes onto my body
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googling this gives me nothing but the sites for some music person?
blackle.bsky.social
could I possibly find someone on here who knows where I could buy button-up shirts/blouses with fitted silhouettes? everything I've found up to now looks too loose round the middle. I'm no longer keen on putting boxy clothes onto my body
blackle.bsky.social
alright children, I bore of entertaining you with my witticisms and ticklish phrases—I've been running low on juice since we passed vermouth. let us play a "car game" instead. here, I'm thinking of a colour between one and ten. guess it kids. guess! no it's not periwinkle. go fish.
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the third set of footprints there was joey wamone, who had joined us briefly while on his own unrelated adventure
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experiments in firstletterlessness
I don't use lipstick, I just flit my kissers over the bed of my mother's old inkwell. I couldn't tell you which solvent they put in those things, but it tickles the insides of my skull something fierce. I've been doing it like this since 2006—plenty of times too. once per week no less, on weekends before I go to the midnight movies with my girlthingboytoy Mx. Herr. Moiselle. Miller-Müller-Mullen. sometime during the first recession—or the current one, couldn't be sure, I've not been too good with the whole "remembering" thing ever since whenever who knows—point is: my penis stopped functioning completely. I don't mind of course—every girl knows the vibe works better when you're soft hey honey, do you know if the inventory in our post-revolution bunker is still stocked with sweets for the trick-or-dicksters? I bought enough needles on my costco run to murderize the whole neighbourhood—huh? we don't? not even one or two or three or four or five? my beloved, how in the world will we live up to the molochs next door if we struggle to kill even one third of the children in our lovely town? this sucks big time. I'm thinking divorce. divorce now. not to be some kind of "podium polly," but I think if we come together, fight with everything we've got, then we could stop the city's demolition crew from destroying the decrepit foundry on sulphur street. I love seeing it on my drives—the ones where I go 50km over the speed limit without looking where I'm going. well nevermind. we went to the city offices to prosecute our fight, only to find it completely emptied out. no people, desks, couches, printers, or even rugs or floor tiles. turns out they didn't give the demolition crew their dues. terrible, terrible decision. don't put yourself on the wrong side of those lot. they're demolishers, see? they demolish! it'd be like ripping off your dentist—you know the tooth fey? yep yep, the toddler teeth thing is just her side-gig. in truth she's full time doing debt collection for big teeth.
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competing blogging platform domqueue has caused substack to drop. what? "drop what?" oh bless your heart
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was going through one of my old fedi accounts and found this
a grey-skinned girl with red eyes and upside-down cross pupils giving a peace sign
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I'm not really on the internet to look at shit I'm here to get my shit looked at. does this look ok? how about this? and this? am I going too fast? can I go faster?
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this website is barely usable to me because I cannot possibly make this shorter
do you think my audio posts would do well on youtube shorts... or would they eat me alive? would my last living memory be the vision of hundreds of tens of youtube users looking down on me with hungry eyes—eyes always eating but never full? would I fall into unconsciousness as they tear me asunder sloppy-style, the darkness intruding on all sides in a 9:16 aspect ratio? yeah they'd kill me for SURE. I can see it all happening up here in the ol' "mind's eye." it would end with a firstnamebunchofnumbers pecking out my liver while I spit out my last words: "goodbye cruel world, you were low-key boring but the coke and mentos thing was pretty cool." and then I'd be dead. full stop. I can't write any more of this post because there's nothing after you die. I have to stop typing—wait, what, you want me to keep going? you want to see what's north of the north pole? you want me to keep playing the VHS past end of the tape? I can't do it. I know you want more but I have nothing more to give—oh my god, what're you doing with that kitchen knife?—oh I see what's going on here. we're bookending. you're gonna eat me so the start is just like the end. an infinite cycle of death and rebirth. good job making a case for transmigration of the soul, my trusty framing narrative, but I'm not buying it. ok anyway, yeah. yeah see you later. hanging up now. love you. bye.
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if you want to get good at making funny voices I would recommend playing visual novels and voicing every character. or reading aloud to yourself more generally
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see here for alt text: lethargic.talkative.fish/@suricrasia/...
(bsky hates it when alt text is too long. all I'm trying to do is add a transcript dude)
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thank you for this gnosis
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there is no talent to writing but confidence and risk-taking. what matters is if you believe you suck. nobody sucks. suckage occurs in the mind of the looker. maybe they're the one who looked wrong.
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in my head I call this voice "little miss piety"
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you'd think this character wouldn't like found family, but when you think of it the nuclear family has developed an entire arsenal of violent emotional weaponry over the last century that I'm sure eacc_shrimpenhauer would've made great use of
blackle.bsky.social
the temptation to change my avatar is too great
a textual warning that says:

"blackle mori public service announcement
I have changed my avatar. this is not a drill"

the old avatar is labelled "dystopian latex glove freak." a red arrow points to the new avatar, labelled "ska-punk posture collar." between the two avatars is the text "is now"

the notice continues:
"thank you for your understanding"