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 @user-570 
 
 Ha I've only had 3 or 4
 
 I still treasure glowsticks, though.
 
 I used to crack the "survival" ones from REI at night and just gaze at the
 beauty of their glow.
 
 I'd listen to quiet electronic music and lay on the floor on my back and draw
 figure eights in the sky with them.
 
 Then, I started dancing, and I made swirling patterns with my fingertips and
 held sticks of light.
 
 Was also fun to tie them to shoestrings and use them to spin around.
 
 Raves were cool but I never did that there. Not even once.
 
 I mostly just... visited the crowd.
 
 ... anyway, cool name. I never changed mine, but if I did it'd be "Briarthief
 Triss"
 
 which is totally not a real name, which is why I love it, but can't use it.
 
 Yet.
 
 Someday, though.
 
 I hope.
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║ When my family would go on roadtrips, I'd hide under a blanket in the front      │
║ seat with my laptop and power inverter just to hide from the glare.              │
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║ My mom would play audiobooks, usually fantasy stories, and my sisters would      │
║ watch their portable TVs. Like, dvd players that you could carry on top of       │
║ your lap. Not laptops, but little purpose-built devices primarily intended to    │
║ be used to watch DVDs, or rather movie files that were printed on a disk.        │
║                                                                                  │
║ And yes, it's disk, not disc, thanks for asking.                                 │
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║ anyway it was pretty nice I have fond memories of jugging a gas-station snack    │
║ while also swapping circular cartridges - most games required the game's CD to   │
║ be inserted in order to play the game.                                           │
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║ which is just... a nonsensical restriction if you think about it hard enough.    │
║ I mean, like, can you imagine if you needed to insert your windows disk          │
║ anytime you wanted your computer to turn on? Just... write the disk              │
║ information! To disc! Save it so that you never need the crude piece of          │
║ plastic again! Then pass it to your fr                                           │
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 @user-883 
 
 alas, I live in Portland Oregon, but perhaps I might be moving to Denver in
 the near future. We shall see, depends on if my boyfriend breaks up with me
 for being neurotic lmao - if so then we should totally hang out
 
 I'm into chatting. I don't like IRC very much because it doesn't save history,
 and while I could save it manually it feels like a disservice to the service
 to utilize it in a way that it wasn't intended. And I want to save every
 conversation I have (potentially) so that some day the god-like humans of the
 future might clone me to understand my wisdom or something. Idk. See attached
 picture, I'm kinda crazy:

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 I have between one and ten hundred visits to my website every day, but I don't
 really post it anywhere new anymore. I also have zero followers on Neocities.
 
 On Mastodon, I have ~70 followers, most of whom are inactive. Seventy is a
 good amount, a normal amount, a reasonable amount, an unsuspicious amount, and
 yet every time I see someone wearing the colors I can't help but wonder if
 they know me.
 
 I'm too busy being furious to be lonely. I used to be, before I realized how
 important I am. How important? Just as much as you are, I know it.
 
 I'm a sprinter. I didn't spec into endurance at character creation. Nobody
 chastises the mage for skipping leg day.
 
 I act in fits and bursts. I am sharp like a scalpel, but needles dull just a
 bit when piercing the lid of the HRT. Good thing I'm not made out of metal, I
 can bend myself back into place, so long as everyone else can keep pace.
 
 I don't know who needs to hear this, but you do. you are crucial. Listen to
 this. Care for yourself and for others, do it for u
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 if you live in a place where it rains a lot you pretty much HAVE TO pick up
 any secret notes you find. Otherwise they'll get waterlogged overnight.
 
 Sometimes I like to put them somewhere shaded from the sky, sometimes I like
 to show them to a friend (but the friend never takes them, booooo) and
 sometimes I just keep them.
 
 "ah but aren't you worried about messing up drug deals and stuff" no, because
 most of the time "secret notes" are like "eggs milk bread chips salsa cheese"
 and it's like "hmmmm what could it mean"
 
 there's like, 2% of the time when they say something cool like "I know what
 you did" or "all your base are belong to us" or whatever and those are fun to
 hunt for. I usually try and put those somewhere shelted so they don't have to
 leave their habitat - sometimes it's hard to drop them as the author so they
 just sorta go wherever, but as a random passer-by I have the luxury of saying
 "HMMMM now where could THIS ONE go?" and that's nice because I can put them
 under an umbrella or whatevers rite
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 Three hikes, two boat rides, two weeks. I'm exhausted
 Mon, Sep 8, 2025
 Ms. Menardi
 You should not, generally, spend time in places covered in bird poop or poison
 oak. You should also avoid abandoned wooden structures or old fallen logs,
 because spiders. Also, don't spend too much time on islands made of sand. They
 wash away as you step on them, as erosion takes its toll. Plus permanence is
 impossible in your structures. Not ideal in any sense - build on rock.
 Sat, Sep 13, 2025
 Ms. Menardi
 until you find people you can trust,
 you are your own scout.
 Sun, Sep 14, 2025
 Ms. Menardi
 A humble princess would say: I don't need the best, i just need my favorite.
 Mon, Sep 15, 2025
 Ms. Menardi
 I want a revolution because i want to be at home in my homeland.
 
 Look at me! Be as me! I yearn to tell my friends. But they're too busy being
 like themselves.
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 I was going to go to location today, but then while I was considering going to
 a different location before going to location I decided not to vacate my home
 for today for reasons I don't understand but accept as natural and due to the
 increased presence of directionless motion that guides and prevails me. which
 is to say... I'm staying in tonight even though I really really wanna show off
 my cute new outfit! I probably will do cannabis so there might be a
 psycherwaul. If there isn't, then y'know it's probably because either my
 girlfriend distracted me, or I managed to convince myself to move my feet
 anyway. Maybe it's my outfit? I wonder if I could leave if I wore my old
 clothes... ah well, questions for the vocal I guess. Gonna spend some time
 divining and see if I can gather new insights. "brb door" except more like
 "brb magic"
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 @user-570 
 
 I mostly spent my time on Reddit, which was much more isolating than IRC. I
 think I must have been drawn there because it felt like home - I was
 homeschooled on a farm, and Reddit kept me at the distance of an arm.
 
 it's funny, sometimes meeting a trans girl can make things "click". And
 sometimes being friends with one helps you work through things that you just
 can't tick
 
 [off your list of things to work on]
 
 habits you can kick? idk sometimes rhyming lies, and you have to break rhythm
 or pentameter or whatever.
 
 anyway I've always worn pants. I do dresses on special occasions, but dresses
 are hard(er) to ride a bike in. Plus, no pockets, and purses are easily
 stolen. At least with a pocket you can feel someone slip the exact same model
 as your phone into your pocket when you're least expecting.
 
 ... hypervigilance strikes again...
 
 I first transitioned in... 2014ish? I think? I don't really remember because I
 had so many more interesting things going on.

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║ what if I just sat around and played video games all day                         │
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║ life is so much more beautiful, but, well, life just seems to be mostly          │
║ pyrite, and I'm the fool                                                         │
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║ nothing wrong with being foolish.                                                │
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║ once...                                                                          │
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║ I kinda like being blissful tho. why does it have to end? can I have my          │
║ peaceful life back?                                                              │
║                                                                                  │
║ gotta move at the end of the month. I really liked living here.                  │
║                                                                                  │
║ [ritz you've never been peaceful. your life is a constant battle of wills        │
║ between those who would compel you to do things for them and your desire to      │
║ design and be pretty like a flower. no matter what, you lose, so just handle     │
║ it please. don't be so whiny. or rather I should say "stop whining" and just     │
║ be cool]                                                                         │
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║ ahhhhhhh you go on Mastodon and it feels like we're winning and that's ending    │
║ the world, you go on Reddit and it feels like we're losing and that's ending     │
║ the world, you go on Facebook and everything feels fine like the world isn't     │
║ ending you just stopped being part of it, and if you go on ephemeren it feels    │
║ like being battered in the mind, damnit...                                       │
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 @user-641 
 
 it's practice. you never know when you might need to blend in. really it's
 just useful as discipline, good practice to be in. I think it's okay if we
 reduce our own functionality? actually? sometimes it's good to use different
 email clients. hey do you know how to mathematically encrypt things well
 neither do I because the designers of the computer system decided that wasn't
 a very common usecase I guess.. jmean it's not like they'd spend all that
 computer resources [THEY'RE SO FAST] on thinking about correlations in your
 predicted pathway narratively through life. "ah help I'm in a psyop" haha yeah
 we do those all the time "so uhhhh I guess we'll just talk to people and see
 how they do?" wow okay it's sure nice to be part of a civil government, I
 think we can find our way to the lumber producers just fine thank you very
 much.
 
 ... oops sorry, a baby did electronics arts (challenge everything) I'm a
 little silly don't mind me brb I gotta go see~

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 @user-1040 
 
 also, I miss most of the names and faces in this archive and I think it'd be
 neat to say "oh yeah I remember them because it wasn't so long ago and it's
 weird how they're not around these days but I forgot about them because their
 profile pic changed or maybe they stopped using mastodon or whatever" - idk it
 feels empty sometimes because your follow list is always growing, but the
 number of people who post seems to always go down. Or maybe I just read
 Mastodon at unfortunate times when there's nothing going on. Who can say
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 "whoa what happened to you, you used to be so cool" [you added the so cool
 part] yet so anyway I really like magic, I'm also bored, which you can
 probably tell because I'm working on projects.
 
 everyone keeps their distance here. it sucks. I wish I had better coordinates.
 people who talked and braved the shared inn... I know I'd LOVE to live in a
 building. too bad I'm too busy elsewhere, NOT making friends with all my
 building neighbors.
 
 you should talk to EACH OTHER before asking your landlord if you can move out.
 See if anyone else wants to buy the rental contract out. Suddenly, they have
 more room, and they can WORK THROUGH THEIR MASSIVE PILE OF STUFF THAT THEY
 HAVE SOMEHOW ACCUMULATED OVER A TIME OF 70 YEARS. my grandparents did that, on
 my mom's side, because she's awesome and it just makes sense that her family
 was awesome too. OBVIOUSLY I love my mom, I think she's one of my favorite
 people on earth.
 
 "but you said you hated her" no I didn't "you said she was terrible" I had to
 learn "too hard
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 when people ask what I do I don't say "art" because I'd do that anyway.
 
 my art is precious to me, because it is the most "me" I can conceive.
 
 and like... I can carry it with me to the future.
 
 I have only once given away one of my journals, and it was a wedding present
 to a witch or two.
 
 so yeah I'm an artist, but I'm also whatever you need me to do.
 
 and yes, I of course hope that what you need me to do is what I can do.
 
 because I can't do much more than this.
 
 But I can show up every once in a while,
 
 and maybe make you smile or consider,
 
 and maybe I can ride past on my bike.
 
 but that's the human in me, telling me it's time to move with my feet, and I
 can do little but listen.
 
 ... that should make doxxing me a bit easier. have it it : )
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 hi, so... yeah I'm a strange person
 
 it's tough to get to know me
 
 and this probably feels cringe to read
 
 but I once heard you should kill the part of you that cringes
 
 so... here's me
 
 I'm 
 
 ================================================== stack overflow
 ==============
 
 ... where was I? oh yes and THAT's when the nail went through the roof, and it
     scared the heck out of... wait, what was I talking about? OH yes so anyway
 
 I was born in the cool summer of 1864 - there was a rustling breeze that held a
 steady note for the entire evening, and into this world I arose. [awoke?]
 
 my mother held me but for a moment before I was whisked away to be cleaned and
 cared for. this was unusual for the time, as most mothers clutched their
 children to their breasts. But alas, I alone was spared her touch, and so I was
 cast (as if in bronze) as my own volition.
 
 as I had grown, I heard tales of distant times, and assumed they were places
 you
 could go. Then, when my time came to wander, I found nought of what I had grown
 most fonder - though I did find plenty else, besides.
 
 Instead, times are places we travel through, as a cripple might ride on a cart.
 across the sea, through lands of mystery, viewable only from the road. In 1864
 that's how other lands you'd come to know.
 
 As I travelled from place to place, it felt as if a stage had been cast, with a
 single actor or three illuminated as a spotlight. "Here, pay attention to me,
 I'm here for the story and the plot!" though often I'd glance around, and hear
 mostly my own thoughts, I grew to learn to appear.
 
 different themes, different tales, if you want to see a most marvelous scene,
 take a baby to Disney World and only pay attention to what they're looking at.
 
 My grandfather worked there, so in my first year or so I spend a LOT of time
 there. My parents were very dedicated to raising me, I appreciate every moment
 of it. Which... Is probably not a good thing to say on a transfemme server,
 oops I should delete that part
 [esc->k->k->k->0->v->shift(held)->G->$->"->*]
 
 also I should mention I'm stoned as fuck this is just what I do
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 part of me kinda wants to be the kind of nerd that writes down the names of
 every file that's permanently stored on my computer so that I can verify in my
 own handwriting or perhaps using a type of code that the files on my computer
 were placed there intentionally and not used to discredit or implicate me in
 something I had no intentions of being associated with
 
 phew idk what that means but surely it's important
 
 something something "file creation dates are just bits to be flipped"
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 @user-1218 
 
 playing one of my 4 gameboys, reading some of my books or journals, using
 their own brought devices, playing with my cat (she's not sociable but if you
 don't mind her claws she can fight and that's kinda fun) watching something on
 the TV, talking with other people, making / eating food, um... sleeping... and
 "sleeping"... idk what else tho. Drawing? Getting stoned? I have lots of bad
 edibles.
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║ I want to go out on the town with my cute friends and wink at boys at the        │
║ other end of the bar                                                             │
║                                                                                  │
║ I want to climb mountains and see how far I can see, while walking past trees    │
║ that are new to me                                                               │
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║ I want to spend hours thinking about a map while my friends plot behind my       │
║ back, searching for an advantage we can use to succeed in a game of traps        │
║                                                                                  │
║ I want to visit five different restaurants in a day, and try a bit of each       │
║ that the chef wants to display                                                   │
║                                                                                  │
║ I want to stand in a choir and feel my soul aspire, to bend in the wind of       │
║ rhythm like the melody of grasses at play                                        │
║                                                                                  │
║ I want to see people on the train that I know from somewhere, and to step out    │
║ into the rain to meet new friends of mine                                        │
║                                                                                  │
║ I want to pet a cat I've never met.                                              │
║                                                                                  │
║ I want to build computers that are larger than a room but small enough to        │
║ carry, with thoughts on their mind that are far to great for mine                │
║                                                                                  │
║ I want all these these things and more, but I'm far too busy these days.         │
║ Perhaps I've had enough of these things and more, or perhaps there's more in     │
║ store.                                                                           │
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║ @user-246                                                                        │
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║ most artists get around that by posting everything they make everywhere they     │
║ go.                                                                              │
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║ I tend to be a bit selective, because I'm different things to different          │
║ people. All things I care for and own, but designed for different context.       │
║                                                                                  │
║ for example, I rarely share what's in my journals, but that's about half of      │
║ what I've made. I show them to basically everyone I know IRL, but very few       │
║ people actually understand or are into them. When I find someone who does it     │
║ fills me with hope, that perhaps I'm not as lost as I had thought.               │
║                                                                                  │
║ perhaps it makes me less trustworthy, but I'm not used to being exposed. I       │
║ never used Twitter, I don't use Facebook (not that often) so my "self" was       │
║ something I preferred to perform as on a stage of my own design.                 │
║                                                                                  │
║ Like wearing different clothes to express yourself, or performing gender in a    │
║ certain way, I am myself when I am most expressful. And I do that in different   │
║ ways in different contexts. I'd love to show more, because I'm a performer at    │
║ heart, and a performer of the heart.                                             │
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║ when I think socialism, I don't think soviet.                                    │
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║ I think cool dudes in sunglasses handing barbecue'd shrimp to whoever walks      │
║ past the grill.                                                                  │
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║ I think of wandering bands of house-maids who wander the city and clean every    │
║ house they can get their hands on.                                               │
║                                                                                  │
║ I think of bicycles and newspapers and sewing machines and pianos in the park    │
║ with ribbons in our hair and onions growing below corn supporting tomato         │
║ plants. Carrots beneath every tree. Every tree shading a sidewalk, and every     │
║ sidewalk is in the shade. (deserts can have covered paths with airflow powered   │
║ by the solar panels on their roofs)                                              │
║                                                                                  │
║ Laughter ringing through the street, mechanical sleighs with bells on the        │
║ snow, vast open spaces with nothing but green and blue and sky and stone.        │
║                                                                                  │
║ I think of fountains, of stories told in the dark. I think of campfires every    │
║ night in our cities, marshmallows free and included.                             │
║                                                                                  │
║ I think of moss covering every shaded half of each skyscraper (I live in a       │
║ rainforest)                                                                      │
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║ I dream of freedom and purpose.                                                  │
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 as a baby, I would sit and stare at the clouds. My parents took me on plane
 trips, and so I'd watch them as I drifted through the air.
 
 It was wonderful. Many hours of this are present in my baby-hood, the part I
 can't quite remember.
 
 But my parents do.
 
 I'd play with small, perfect toys, and I'd cry to myself when I lost them. To
 myself, of course.
 
 I'd also play video games. The first game I ever played was Dragon Warrior on
 the Nintendo Gamecube Color. Alongside Super Mario Deluxe.
 
 It was a blessed childhood. Or so it seemed to me. Things went wrong, as they
 always do, but a child's narrative doesn't often have room for the specifics.
 Swept along by the nature of fate, they have NO idea what's going missing.
 
 They still play, of course they play, in their strange new realities.
 
 They play because they are children, and children play.
 
 How beautiful, the stories they learn from each song. How cherished, their
 feelings derived from affection. Hy heart longs for them, as a bird yearns for
 her un-nested.
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 God, I want to live with my people. These are not my people. I'm here for a
 reason, and I can't wait for this... Diplomatic journey? To be over. That's
 not even it, it's... Well, my girlfriend is working on a technology that has
 immense philosophical ramifications. It's natural to have... Whatever I am
 (angel?) it's natural to have angels assigned to such a task. Not to help or
 harm, just to sing.
 
 Yet my human self grows weary. These are not my people, they don't know how to
 be. But they don't listen to me. They despise me. They want me gone. I am
 feeling quite rotten in my heart and that's not a good sign.
 
 ... Breathe, she says to herself. It's okay.
 
 Its really not though. They could poison me. They could put lead in my food. I
 can't even feed myself anymore! I am at their mercy, yet somehow they could
 not care less about me. They'd forget me the moment I walked out the door.
 They don't even know anything about me. They don't respond to me. They don't
 laugh at my jokes. They don't speak to me. They forget I'm there. WHY AM I
 HERE she wails yet obviously she knows.
 
 I'm here because it is important for me to observe. Spirit of Life, I bear
 tidings. They would not listen to me, maybe you will.
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