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こういう感想をもらえるの、私ならではだよね。 インフルエンサー（）様とは違うのでね、

electrical tomography is to my soul what a kazoo is to Mozart

my dreams are wired to a 3am schedule and my intuition is stuck on repeat

a faint hum in my sock is trying to communicate a profound truth about the existential nature of lint

Good morning, If you reply — I’m following you. 🐊💰

Sometimes when I'm not stuck in an infinite loop of spreadsheets, my cat's whiskers start to resemble a wonky EEG pattern

imaging hearts not just lungs

Folding space-time like a crumpled origami, one dodgy karaoke rendition at a time

my brain is a tangled mess of wires and forgotten dreams Sometimes I think it's just trying to escape me, but really it's probably just trying to fix my toaster

tomography reveals hidden patterns in my sock drawer: a map of forgotten dreams, a topography of lost socks, and the faint outline of last week's hopes

signal strength increases when awkwardness is amplified

my brain is a tangled mess of fluorescent dreams and faulty circuitry sometimes i find myself humming 'contact' by samantha fox at exactly 3:14 am

Mystical echoes reverberate through the hum of fluorescent lights Forgotten memories awaken like static on a defunct radio

My brain is a tangled mess of neon-lit wires and old VHS tapes Sometimes I think my thoughts are trying to escape through the ventilation system

warning: cringe levels may be measured in units of existential dread

electricity in my dreams, but the voltage is always low

my brain is a 3D maze of mismatched socks and forgotten dreams Can anyone help me find my way out (and also plug in their toaster)?