elaborating

Sorry Ive been gone so long, we're going to war! the wars on! diving into forever hell!

what kind of shape best solves the problem you're having?
i, of course, have the answer:
its the optimal shape! of course of course.
whats the best way to spend your monday morning
the one where you'll solve all your problems and fix your life forever?
the one where you'll finally get on with it?

*chanting* dry your wet foods! wet your dry foods!

at an alarming rate this system generates new alters that are confused, disoriented, unable to relate to the past, and have to start completely fresh on being a person. its like every two years or something on a clock. fuck this noise i hate it in here.

someday i think i'll figure out why or how i exist, and then my life can start, right?

in order to work the way it wants, it must take on the right shapes. the right shapes in the right order.

this is why im a cloud, given time, and manipulation, i will take on every shape.

nothing new, nothing old. but they'll be my shape, and i will work the way it wants.

delusional of me to be a cloud and insist that i don't have dreams or desires.

everyone is a ghost
sorry we never got to meet
i wanted very badly to know all of you
but it wasnt the right time
or the right place.
i was a bitch for never answering your calls
but you could have lived a while longer.
although i like your ghost
your ghosts nice
like the sunset is in a photo.

want to assemble doagrams with thousands and thoudands of points and arrows. want to make every surface covered in useless little machines. sometimes to port very distant useless machines into eachother and pretend its like sex.

maybe this account will post little bits of fiction or poetry. i cannot be existing in the past any longer, its so painful i feel sick every day. i want to gum up the cogs of the world with stupid fucking words. thats what i've always wanted to do

i want to have something funny or stupid to say but every time i come on here i just want to talk about how fucked i am or how confusing everything is. i have real thoughts i swear to god. they're mostly in the form of bullshit metaphors between literary concept and mathematical ones. life sucks

hello; i'm silver vk / frog k, trans net writer. didn't wanna beg but evidently putting off buying new bras for 5+ years has caused me actual back injury. i figured out a basic racerback that works but it's $25 a pop. help me order more and avoid lesions
cash.app/$asimplefrog
ko-fi.com/frogk

ty!!!

if you know where i am or what i look like by the way dont blink and don't fucking turn your head. yes, you're probably right. forget about her for a moment because she's doing her best and she doesn't need weird looks.

there's a distinction between an unthinking dissociated lump of flesh and a genuinely unattached but knowing and thoughtful person. but the transition between those two things is deeply painful and confusing and i am scared scared scared please dont make me look at the things i can see

Existing is a sin by the way. every moment you exist you accrete a little more of an evil substance in your body that makes you worse and worse. if you stop existing it drains out of you immediately. dying does not stop you from existing. no afterlife either. evil substance just continues accreting

I want my thoughts to be outside me. externalizing my thoughts. my thoughts should become physical depictions on a screen. is this why people "post". I hate it. I love it. no one should allow themselves to do this but its extremely satisfying.

Gone and fucking lost my mind again.