Please do not perceive me.

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Cake day: June 8th, 2023

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  • It’s not.

    You have an account on a server (instance). That server has an administrator. I have an account on a different server, which has a different administrator. We can speak to each other in the middle from these two separate servers, via federation protocols.

    The administrator(s) on your server are loud and proud authoritarians and frequently silence any discussion of general resistance, among other topics that they don’t like. This is not a personal failure on your part; there’s not much way to know about it except to be told or to inspect the mod logs yourself. Now that you’ve been told, though, you have the opportunity to move to a server that actually respects your right to speak on the internet.

    Or you may elect to stay on LW and be banned or censored without warning, and be lightly associated with auth-left idiots for anyone who knows what the LW admins are like. That is a choice that can be made.

    If you are going to make a move, I’ll warn you that .ml is known for similar. Just about most anywhere else is hosted by sane people, frequently as independent projects, even more frequently as a direct response to LW and ML’s dumbfuckery.


  • Unironically, yes. The brain is really weird about a lot of shit. It’s not that difficult to make it believe something if you’re committed.

    I got involved in this around a decade ago learning a bunch of “brain hacking” stuff. Can confirm, it is real. Can’t say it’s something I’d recommend to the average person, though. It’s a fast track to some major instability if you aren’t used to playing around with your own thought processes in detail.








  • My first name is a random set of numbers and letters and other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever

    My last name, a thousand vowels fading down a sinkhole to a sussurus, couldn’t just be John Doe or Bingo

    My address, a made up language written out in living glyphs, lifted from demonic literature and religious text

    Telephone uncovered by purveyors of the Ouija, then checked against the CBGB women’s room graffiti

    My social, a sudoku

    My age is obscure

    My ‘in-case-of-emergency’ is in the daisies chasing birds

    Employed by trillionaires with perfect teeth and pores, and people who open doors for the people who open doors

    My medical history is a course at SUNY Buffalo

    Charlatan psychiatry and troubleshooting undertow

    Nervous in the service still,

    I’m burger meat and purple pills

    “Here, thank you. We’ll call your name.”

    Sure you will

    • Aesop Rock, “Shrunk”