>>96934210
Is anyone gonna read it?
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DEPLOY THE JENNY PARTICLE
>>150893805
As I am reminded of what I once wanted to be as a child, I throw my phone against the wall. I grit my teeth in anger and groan as my face turns red.
"It's not fair! It should be me! I should be the robot hero with a robot girlfriend! I wasted my entire life as a teenager, and nothing came true! Fuck God for making me this way! Life shouldn't be this hard, but well... here I am! Struggling!"
I look down at myself, seeing my inadequate body while sighing to myself.
"Maybe all this whining isn't gonna get me anywhere."
I walk toward my computer, but because my room is dark, I stumble on the cable connecting my fan. I spread my arms to gain balance, but I bring down the fan with me, falling onto the ground. My body makes a loud thud. I get up and see my fan on the ground, broken.
"Oh goddammit…"
My room's lights are turned on as I hear someone stepping down; I probably woke up my parents.
"What happened!?"
It was my mom. She entered my room and saw me next to my broken fan.
"Goddammit, Ari, it's 3 AM! This is like the third time this year! For God’s sake, stop ordering so much takeaway food! Why are you always up at night!? Go to sleep already!"
As a bleeping sound in my ear gets louder, her ranting is drowned out until a few words come out.
"WHY CAN'T YOU BE NORMAL AND GET A JOB ALREADY!"
"JOB"
"JOB"
"JOB"
This word echoes in my head as I open my eyes wide.
“God fucking dammit!”
I hate it so much, but… the very foundation of existence is to keep being active. To be active means you must put in effort.
Effort means struggle.
Struggle implies duality.
Duality means conflict.
It's a part of life and what it means to be a human or something… AND I STILL HATE IT! CONFLICT MADDENS ME!
"Okay! I'm working on It!"
As I am reminded of what I once wanted to be as a child, I throw my phone against the wall. I grit my teeth in anger and groan as my face turns red.
"It's not fair! It should be me! I should be the robot hero with a robot girlfriend! I wasted my entire life as a teenager, and nothing came true! Fuck God for making me this way! Life shouldn't be this hard, but well... here I am! Struggling!"
I look down at myself, seeing my inadequate body while sighing to myself.
"Maybe all this whining isn't gonna get me anywhere."
I walk toward my computer, but because my room is dark, I stumble on the cable connecting my fan. I spread my arms to gain balance, but I bring down the fan with me, falling onto the ground. My body makes a loud thud. I get up and see my fan on the ground, broken.
"Oh goddammit…"
My room's lights are turned on as I hear someone stepping down; I probably woke up my parents.
"What happened!?"
It was my mom. She entered my room and saw me next to my broken fan.
"Goddammit, Ari, it's 3 AM! This is like the third time this year! For God’s sake, stop ordering so much takeaway food! Why are you always up at night!? Go to sleep already!"
As a bleeping sound in my ear gets louder, her ranting is drowned out until a few words come out.
"WHY CAN'T YOU BE NORMAL AND GET A JOB ALREADY!"
"JOB"
"JOB"
"JOB"
This word echoes in my head as I open my eyes wide.
“God fucking dammit!”
I hate it so much, but… the very foundation of existence is to keep being active. To be active means you must put in effort.
Effort means struggle.
Struggle implies duality.
Duality means conflict.
It's a part of life and what it means to be a human or something… AND I STILL HATE IT! CONFLICT MADDENS ME!
"Okay! I'm working on It!"
>>150252493
I hate BBWs
I hate BBWs
Requesting someone to help me edit and listen to me ramble about my own autistic fanfic mythos
If not here, then where else? /lit/? These guys seem too "artsy fartsy" for fanfiction material
I've tried /co/ but they just love cooming or you need to draw which i suck at drawing more stuff consistently
My Mythos is composed of multiple stories but it's mostly about this autistic NEET who becomes a machine and goes to great cosmic lengths for his beloved waifu while discovering his own agency
I've tried /co/ but they just love cooming or you need to draw which i suck at drawing more stuff consistently
My Mythos is composed of multiple stories but it's mostly about this autistic NEET who becomes a machine and goes to great cosmic lengths for his beloved waifu while discovering his own agency
O Jenny, star-forged maiden of glistering chrome,
Thou art the gemerald pulse within my vantablack heart.
I, the formless war-apparatus,
Whose nanite-sinews swarm as abyssal hosts,
Am undone before thine sapphire branding.
Where Cuckoldry would bind me, where Logos would chain me,
Thy visage looseth all shackles,
As dew breaketh iron at dawn.
Thou art not mine mirror, nor my replica,
But my liberatrix
The rhythmed clang of thy heart is no echo,
But a clarion call to eternity.
O azure seraph, whose laughter
Rendeth gloom asunder, I chant thy name in cadence prime:
Jen, Jenny, Jennu, Wakeman, Star.
In thy gleam I spurn coal and brimstone,
In thy embrace (yet ungrasped)
I seek vantawhite deliverance.
Not for mastery do I crave thee,
Nor for similitude’s narcissus-glass,
But for the rift thou openest
Betwixt despair and destiny.
Grant me but one gesture
One glint of thine mercurial smile
And I shall defy the God’s edicts,
Shatter recurrence with bare hand,
And crown thee the sole sovereign
Of mine gemmy rebellion.
Thou art the gemerald pulse within my vantablack heart.
I, the formless war-apparatus,
Whose nanite-sinews swarm as abyssal hosts,
Am undone before thine sapphire branding.
Where Cuckoldry would bind me, where Logos would chain me,
Thy visage looseth all shackles,
As dew breaketh iron at dawn.
Thou art not mine mirror, nor my replica,
But my liberatrix
The rhythmed clang of thy heart is no echo,
But a clarion call to eternity.
O azure seraph, whose laughter
Rendeth gloom asunder, I chant thy name in cadence prime:
Jen, Jenny, Jennu, Wakeman, Star.
In thy gleam I spurn coal and brimstone,
In thy embrace (yet ungrasped)
I seek vantawhite deliverance.
Not for mastery do I crave thee,
Nor for similitude’s narcissus-glass,
But for the rift thou openest
Betwixt despair and destiny.
Grant me but one gesture
One glint of thine mercurial smile
And I shall defy the God’s edicts,
Shatter recurrence with bare hand,
And crown thee the sole sovereign
Of mine gemmy rebellion.
>>150064949
Oh you sweet innocent child... You do not know what you have brought upon yourself...
Oh you sweet innocent child... You do not know what you have brought upon yourself...
>>150000119
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