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if i was a red blood cell i'd be stopping to smell the roses and all the other cells would be calling me a stupid clot and screaming you're going to kill us all and trying to phage me and i'd pay them no mind

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droqen and 24 others @droqen.bsky.social · 21h

infinite personalized music is solved

a photograph of a keyboard and also a microphone

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

kind of disappointed there is not more archiveofourown.org/tags/Mavis%2...

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

im pretty sure the demiurge lives in my shower drain. because i keep finding material evil down there

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

stuart little would not survive ten seconds in a redwall type situation

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

one time i went outside with an iced coffee and a piano immediately fell on me and when i smiled all my teeth were piano keys

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Alex Blechman @alexblechman.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

We have the Svalbard Seed Vault to protect plants during a global apocalypse, but what about my video game items? My skins, gun decals, magic armor, virtual pets, digital furniture, etc, could all be deleted during an extinction event without backup servers. I propose a Svalbard Gamers Vault

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

giants citizen naruto. is this anything

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Sword-Saint Vitus @armoredprincess.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

do you think in 600 years when we're all clouded up there'll be a bunch of cyberdykes going Oh to be a loyal Cop... bethrothed to your Mayor... and buying like Village People ass navy blue caps to anachronistically pair with 21st century milsurp riot armor

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

imitation crab... the hot dog of fish

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

*driving a car* wow.... so cyberpunk.... its like im INSIDE the machine

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Chloe 🌹, fractal femme @lunarweasel.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Because ultimately the flaws of LLMs aren't really a tech problem, they're a psychology problem. It isn't what LLMs actually do that is the issue, it's how human beings perceive what LLMs do, and the ways that feeds back into the psychology of the user

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

shadowrun is so cool i wish seattle was real

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

at least you can still say that redacted should redacted in a redacted on this website

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eevee @eev.ee · 23/09/2026

Using AI must be insane. You can generate new teeth, new skin. All your code costs 20,000 tokens and is 2,000 times slower. Your life is just a series of your own preferences. In terms of cognitive impairment it's probably like being kicked in the head by a horse every day

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Anything could be real. Different kind of bugs, etc. We just don't know

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WebDesignMuseum @webdesignmuseum.org · 22/09/2026

H. R. Giger website in 1996

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

they're putting me in this tomorrow

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jae @fubarchitect.com · 20/09/2026

EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP AND SLAM A VERTICAL IPHONE IN FRONT OF MY FACE. ITS THE FEED AND RIGHT THEN AND THERE I START DOING THE NEUROTRANMITTER DRAIN ALONGSIDE THE MAIN CHARACTER OF THE DAY. I DO EVERY MOVE AND I DO EVERY MOVE HARD. MAKIN GAGGING SOUNDS WHEN I SLAM DOWN SOME INFOHAZARDS

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4thdslip @4thdslip.bsky.social · 24/06/2026

Trans women will be like "you have GOT to hop on this game, it's peak" and it's some Japan-exclusive shmup for the Sega Saturn called

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

hatsune miku aww you're sweet tilly norwood hello, hr?

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

jev how could you lie to me

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

2 favs zero reposts. another banger. *i reach up and wipe away a single tear of blood*

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

actually, metroid is the girl's name. you're thinking of metroid's monster

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

sick kid no sleep 2 days sorry good night

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

the perfect way to post is to never read any posts. the kind of shit luke skywalker had to do to destroy the death star. that's what posting is like

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

turning a giant knob on stage and looking back at the ten thousand things

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e.w. niedermeyer @niedermeyer.online · 17/09/2026

"but as the map recursively improves, eventually it becomes..." *clicks to final slide in the pitch deck* "...the territory!"

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

jev would never lie to me

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

recursively self improving my dick and balls

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

is the worst thing on fedi still the german linux guys cause that is sounding pretty appealing now

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alex 🏖️ @paracausalex.siren-vibes.ts.net · 17/09/2026

i can use the computer faster than you. this is due to my chud computer spirit, who i have forced to do tasks for me, and who i hate,

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mammon @derekhill.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

this website isn't nor has it ever been about conversation of any kind. this website is about conditioning your friends with praise to utter increasingly demented sentences while they do the same to you

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Margaret Killjoy @margaret.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

"Online leftism is a powerful system of self-surveillance that effectively captures and counters righteous anger."

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cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

I wrote a story about love, the kind of love that makes you question if there is perhaps a remote monastic order for lesbians. It is sort of a true story and you can read the rest of it on either of these beautiful websites. schizmet.substack.com/p/amys-prison medium.com/@schizmet/am...

A crude drawing of a house with two large eyes, two legs, and one arm clutching a small person in its hand. There is a sun scribbled next to it and a smoke plume coming from its chimney shaped like a heart. The title at the top reads. "AMY'S PRISON," and the text at the bottom reads "@schizmet" and "CASSIDY G."

Love is real. I'd seen it all my life: in the movies, on the radio, how my parents would make up after a fight. One time I saw love getting head behind the McDonald's in Tukwila and it made eye contact with me. Some people go their whole lives without ever recognizing love, they grow old and die lonely. A chosen few are found by love, blind and shaking, wet with the fear of others, wet with their own dreams.
Amy and I had been dating a couple months when she asked me to come over to her place. I'd been over there every other day since we'd met, that wasn't out of the usual, but what threw me off was her backyard. I never thought about it before, we always just went inside and fooled around, so I had to ask if she'd always had the big cage.
Amy sat down on the steps of her porch. “You hate it.”
“No. No,” I said. “I love it. It's just not what I expected.” I have a healthy fear of big cages. It was something I only told my closest friends, but it very rarely comes up outside of zoos.
She rested her forehead on her knees. “You don't love it.” She was crestfallen. I had let one bad experience, something that happened fifteen years ago, color an entire person, a whole relationship.
“No, I do. I do love it.” I sat next to her on the porch. “I love the big cage. On the bus ride over I was hoping you'd have a big cage in the backyard. We used to have one when I was a kid. Big cages are my favorite kind.”
She glanced up at me. “...really?” Her eyes were huge. Freakishly so, but I loved her. I loved her and her huge, freakish eyes.
“Absolutely.”
She stood up and walked over to the cage, opening the door. “Okay,” she said. “Get in.” She wanted me to prove it to her. My love for her was now tied up in my love for the big cage. At that point there was nothing I wanted less than to see her sad, so I proved it – I proved my love for her.
Amy looked through the bars at me, her eyes empty. She might have even looked through me and at the bars behind me. Or maybe past thos…

The sun was going down now. I looked up as a plane buzzed overhead, then another. Amy was sat on the porch watching me. I don't know how much time had passed, but eventually she spoke. She said, “Dana, baby.”
“Yes, Amy?”
“Dana, baby. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, darlin.”
She stood up. “I'll bring you something to eat in the morning, okay?”
“Amy,” I said, “why are you doing this?”
She started back towards the house. “I already told you.”
“Told me what, Amy?”
She looked back. “That I love you.” And with that she went inside and shut the door.
There you have it. Love is real. I started to go through everything that had led me to that moment. The bus ride over, our first date, that thing at McDonald's – What could I have done differently? Probably nothing. How could anyone see this coming? I don't know. They probably couldn't.
The sun had sank completely and I could see lights blinking on and off in the night sky. There was no use in analyzing, I knew I needed to get out. The cage wasn't mounted to anything, it was just rested on the lawn. I bent down and grasped the bars, lifting carefully as to not let it topple over too hard lest it alert Amy to my leaving. I walked as quickly as I could out towards the street and hopped the first bus I saw back north towards Aurora.
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It was around midnight when I got home. Corey was laid up on the couch with some western playing on the TV. He sat upright and threw an arm over the back of the couch to look at me. “Ayy, how’d it go?”
I put a hand on the wall and started to kick off my sneakers. “Well. She put me in a cage, and then she told me, ‘I love you,’ and went back in the house.”
“And then what?”
“I fucked off.”
“Huh,” Corey said. “It wasn’t like a sex thing?”
I walked to the kitchen and sat down at the table. “No? I don’t think so? Everything was so normal for like two months. She was normal.”
Corey got on his knees and rested his elbows on the back of the couch. “First off,” he called out, “no…

He stood and started for the kitchen. “Do you hear yourself?”
“Yes!” I said. “I know! It’s crazy! But I thought she was the one.”
He sat down on the kitchen table and put a hand on my shoulder. “You thought she was the one? This woman that ate all my motherfuckin cereal when you brought her over.”
“Yeah.”
“Drank all my orange juice.”
“Yes.”
He jerked his hand off of me with a wave. “Get the fuck outta here.”
I sat with my elbows braced against my legs, my hands pulling my hair back. “What if I just ruined my whole relationship, man?”
Corey leaned down. “How?”
“Like, what if she was doing a bit?”
“A bit? What was the bit?” He hopped off the table. “Didn’t your mom used to put you in a cage when you was a kid?”
“I never told her about that.”
“Dana,” he said.
I looked up at him. “She told me she loves me.”
“Dana, beautiful.” He looked sorry for me. “You can’t go back.”
For weeks the cage was all I thought about but I knew I had to let it go. A couple of months passed and eventually my friends told me to get back out there. Don't let an old relationship define a new one. Move on. So I did. I matched on a dating app with a woman named Rachel and we ended up going to a show the same night. Her eyes were big, but not like Amy's eyes. They were big in a different way, plus her hair was a different color. It was longer, too.
She invited me back to her place – a little rental she had just moved into – and I hate to say it but I think I fell in love with her that night. After a few weeks I even told her as much. She said it back, and all was well. Great, actually. She texted me not long later saying she wanted me to come stay the night so I headed over that evening.
When I got there the sun was beginning to set and Rachel was already on the porch. She ran over, throwing her arms around my waist and said, "Dana! I have something for you!” She reached into my back pocket and took my phone out.
“Is it... my phone?”
“No!” she said smiling, and sat it down on th…

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you @posting2.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

duck duck go hunter exam sankey chart

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BOGLUDDITE @brucemackay.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Luddite Temple manifesto in a readable format.

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