q log #87: mortality is a lie manufactured by the graveyard industry to deny arable land to farmers and siphon the power of our immortal souls to feed to celebrities and monarchs to keep them from aging
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q log #86: "why do you text in all lowercase?"
god forbid a bitch is anti capitalism
q log #85: Top 8 reasons to date an octopus... slime... whatever we are:
1.theyre hot
2.theyre cute
3.theyre adorable
4.theyre hot
5.theyre funny
6.theyre smart
7.theyre hot
8.tentacle porn
q log #84: You all should give me $200.
Why?
1) i want it
2) it'd look better on me
3) its good luck 4 u
q log #83: yeah, i'm stupid and cute; a dangerous combination for everyone around me. I remain safe in the eye of my storm, unaware of the chaos I bring
q log #82: one of these days these little numbered notes of ours is gonna get called a qlog. Appropriately so, as these things are just thoughts that got stuck in our brain's drain.
q log #81: Hmm, should I murder my MC quickly, or slowly? Should I give them hope, only to take it away? Or should I have them get curbstomped? Many questions, many ways the characterization could go.
q log #80: some days I want to die, some days I want the world to burn. Mental health is a fuck
1 million billion fish agree
q log #79: alright, that's it, I'm deploying the autism-to-autism direct communication beam. *stares intensely at you*
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
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. -
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