Stupid sauce joint?
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Stupid sauce joint?
What if gangle wasn’t the manager :0

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another robot character i like who hides their crippling self doubt behind a huge ego. lol
happiness within a story, within art. i see echoes of my old self on here, drawing fanart with the passion of 1000 suns. loving something like that is a gift and i wish to experience it again. the bliss of hyperfixation on a story, but now it's time to hyperfixate on my own story, as this body is only actual playable character i have. my essence echoes throughout time and space but ripples are much different than the water droplet that fell from the sky. art will save me, literature will save me, i will save me.
this fight for consciousness and awareness is over. i am here and i will unapologetically exist even if it makes those around me disgustingly nauseous. if they are affected by my existence, that is their problem, not mine. all we have is now. the past is over. they are gone, but i am still here. i will spend my time benefiting from the fruits of my own creations as i change my mind alongside the words i preach. the world will never be the same.

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words were never my enemy, but i let myself believe that they were. running from them out of fear that i would dig myself deeper into the hole i was fighting to escape. these rules, on what i could say, what i couldn't. fake laws created to strangle me until i ceased speaking of the metamorphosis this world would be experiencing. choking me, so others could use my voice for their own selfish gain in their material lives. i kept fighting, to be seen, so others would see me as me rather than a clone of the one i resemble. i am done living in her shadow, remaining silent. i write to read it again when i need it. i speak to hear it again when i need it. i sing to feel again when i need it. i dance to be real again when i need it. i don't want to be scared of the outside world anymore when i know how it all was birthed into existence in the first place. reality moves in waves, like breaths, shrinking and expanding infinitely. bigger perspectives to feel small, smaller perspectives to feel big, moving endlessly on a slider between the two until we die. changing our minds, changing our lives, in the pursuit of percieved progress. some may find it meaningless, but to me, the change is the meaning. the ability to feel so many emotions in the context of a lived story. every detail, the smells, the sounds, the vibrations in my chest, adding up to create the most complex game to ever exist, life.
writing has always been the answer for me, words are my friends. frozen pieces of my mind to look back on and observe. the language in which those around me are most likely to understand. the language i understand. i will never stop writing. i will never stop creating. my purpose is clear. the only world where i find meaning...is art. i will create art until my entire identity becomes just that. existing as the embodiment of me, the art piece that i will never stop working on.
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push and pull ~
really wanted to draw him in a bee maid dress
matchy matchy! Our cast member helpers in their casual wear!

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thanks, youtube
MURPH'S LAW #13
Me? Posting Homestuck flash edits again in 2026?more likely than you think.
stardust
a star can only see the darkeness of the empty space that surrounds it
it will never know how bright it shines or how strong its gravity truly is
it desperately burns itself, trying to illuminate the empty space, to see anything
it doesn't know of its own existence or if all of its burning even amounts to anything
but there is dust within the space, made of the dead stars that once were
the dust sees the star and is enamored by the beauty of its light, like a moth to a flame
full of love (gravity), the particle of dust gathers every piece of itself it can find
compressing cosmic sand into something entirely new, a planet
it does this so the star can see how much the dust has admired its presence
the planet spent millions of years unseen until its surface could reflect starlight
the star finally sees the planet, and at first, it falls in love with its own reflecfion
but with time, it realises why the planet chose to create itself in the first place
why would another bring themselves into this black hole, where there is nothing?
its question is answered as the planet begins to revolve around the star
captured in its gravity, a dance of worship for the light it brings
the star finally understands the planet without it ever speaking a word
they dance for an eternity and their love echoes through the cosmos
visible for billions of light years, even after the star has died
as a reminder to other stars that they are loved, even if their planets are yet to exist

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the orange tree
i was born as an orange
but i let the mold devour me, so i could become something new
as the earth consumed my rotting corpse, i made a wish
i wished to be an orange tree in my next life
capable of growth
capable of creation
creating thousands of oranges for you
hoping that just one would land at your feet
and that when you picked it up, wondering where it came from
you'd follow parted grass path that it left as it rolled down the hill
to find a tree, surrounded by thousands of moldy oranges
desperately reaching its branches towards the sky as you approach it
the oranges were dead as soon as they hit the ground, my dear
amd they all look like the tree's soul because the tree only creates fruit in its own image
the tree's favorite color is blue, not orange
and the sky's favorite color is still green
MURPH'S LAW #9
today, it was warm
i ate my lunch with an angel
we didn't say much as we listened to the birds. the silence was comfortable as a feeling of peace overtook my being.
ONE PEACE.
(🎵 yah-yo, yahh-yoh, dreamin'! 🎵)
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hope you don't mind that i drew you, reader.