qualia

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stochastic theriomorph | SFO -> SEA -> VR | PST but fucked up | weird about electromagnetics | not a real scientist, but an incredible simulation | ask for CWs | FUBfree […] 🌉 bridged from ⁂ https://floofy.tech/@qualia, follow @ap.brid.gy to interact

[trans things~+?] "haha yay my boobs are too big for this bra now! eee >w<" [many years have passed and i still own the bra. it fits much worse now] "fuck entirely off i have to go outside why do i even still own this"

i got a spam email in my inbox for one (1) free pizza if i order $150 of delivery from an expensive local joint. so i went to amzn to see how much pizza i could get for $150. the answer is about 35. immediately after this i learn a bunch of friends have just eaten 35 pizzas pizza omens are afoot

its interesting being invested in fairly tight knit communities that are like six niches deep. then zooming back out and being like damn this shit does not matter at all. then back in again to the real ppl involved & its like wait no yeah it does actually

game where you're a postapoc mutual-aid biohacker helpin ppl with zombie dysphoria that need to turn, but also want to keep as much of their body & faculties intact when they do, so u research progressively more elegant ways of keeping transforming patients in good condition throughout

a nice thing about having a vr headset made out of hot glue is if you need to rearrange some part of it you can just set it on a bed and watch a modest compilation of industrial accidents curled around ur partner and when you come back everything will be shit-ripping hot and easy to reposition

i will further ponder this *_stretches paws out wide, parting an ichorous rift in space from which an unceasing choral howl of the damned bellows forth, then gingerly sweeps it back closed to hollowing tinnitic silence_ * after i crawl into my puder, turn into big purple marshmallow, & go beddy-bye

love looking through old image edits of mine that i have no hope of recollecting the context of

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feeling a kind of misanthropic bitterness setting in about most things going on right now. social connections, events, communities, the world at large i think i need to go check the perimeter

[job slog] having weird complex feelings about having told linkedin to fuck off entirely years ago & now wondering if job hunting would be going much differently if i still had mine

made like a runescapey heraldic armor stand type thing out of a bunch of plastic & cardboard pipes & sticks but instead of decorating my trash armor with the crest of the mythical "Horse" it holds all my fullbody trackers up in a slightly more ceremonious clump. i got flashin & solderin 2 do