q log #78: Oh, the wistful longing to have someone open a hatch in my side, dust my circuit boards, lubricate my joints, tune my servos, organize my wires, close it up, stick a cable into a port array, and run DOOM off of my brain
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q log #77: using my mind to beam PMS and transferring it to you rn. Enjoy!
q log #76: space. Its too fukcing BIG!
q log #75: since I'm nonbinary, everything i wear is both drag and yet also not drag. Until observed, i exist in a superposition of both fashion states: call that schrödinger's catwalk
q log #74: under my clothes, I am not naked, but a flesh homunculus that emerged fully formed from a bottle of hopes, dreams, wishes, and a mysterious glowing green ooze harvested from the backside of a space whale.
q log #73: you invented yourself. All the actions you took, the memories you lived, the scars you've gained, the food you ate, the friends you made, the muscles you grew or lost, that's what created you; You! Yes you! You found a way to make meat suit worth living in, rearranged the furniture, grew it from nothing to something, all on your own! Good work, the results look fantastic!
q log #72: bread and circuses only keep us distracted if we can afford the bread and the circus doesn't stop every few minutes for an ad break!
okay, that's it, hiatus over, let's get back to writing this hot garbage
q log #71: going to the gender clinic to get my pronouns rotated, my trans-mission checked, and my gender fluid changed
q log #70: “if you couldn’t be bothered to write it, i can’t be bothered to read it” is the best response to AI fanfiction btw. don’t engage. don’t even give them attention, let them starve.
q log #69: nice
happy orbit-iversarry. once again the planet has completed another rotation around its star, and another tally towards the inevitable day that the great Me eats Sol.
q log #68: To all my chums, happy holidays from all three of my hearts, and a merry squidmas to all.
q log #67: the time is currently tooth hurty (ow. going dentist always sucks)
q log #66: Satan has got some real good points. On his pitchfork. On his horns. And that argument he made wasn't half bad, either
q log #65: if a medium can speak to ghosts, imagine what a large could do
q log #64: all foods are, at heart, stews. you throw random things together into a pot or pan and hope it doesn't taste terrible by the time you're done. Bread is a stew. Tacos are a stew. Soup is watery stew.
q log #63: if there are mustelids, where are the shouldelids, couldelids, wouldelids, and ougthelids?
q log #62: I'm sick of this basic bilaterally symmetric body. I want radial symmetry, and to be able to use the extra limbs that my body keeps insisting I have. I hate that I can't use chromataphores, that I have bones. I just want to be the wet creature I've always known myself to be.
q log #62: the Horrors persist. and so do i.
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