Taski

he has a sadness in his eyes that you only see in eastern european gay porn

@swzydzn sorry, I love weird typefaces but this still looks like "KackKooms" to me

if you still don't see the backrooms, you have problems with visual perception and spatial imagination

@woosabicrypto somebody's had enough internet for the day

Bro, I am at my local dive bar right now and I think I’m hallucinating. I’m sitting in the corner, minding my own business, when I look over by the locked backdoor. There is a chick crouching there. She looks like a literal mime-jester hybrid, but lowkey? She’s got a crazy, cartoonish hourglass build. It’s hitting a very specific, dark-web fetish I didn't even know I had. She is kind of hot in a completely ruined-mental-health type of way. I immediately decide I need to shoot my shot. As I get closer, I realize she is actively having a full-blown crisis. Her eyes are literally spinning like roulette wheels and she’s aggressively whispering to herself. "I can't take this anymore! Make this nightmare stop. How the fuck do I leave?!" She’s spiraling hard. But I’m already locked in. I put on my gentlest, most "I promise I'm not a predator" voice and say, "Hey." She jumps three feet into the air. "Jesus fucking Christ!" "Whoa, whoa, easy," I say, holding up my hands like I'm calming down a stray cat. "Didn't mean to scare you. But if you're trying to use that backdoor to escape, give up. It’s been locked since 2018. But listen... I know another exit if you’re trying to get out of here." She looks at me, hyperventilating. "Ah—oh, uh... sorry. Yes, please, just get me out of here! I don't want to be here. I never asked for this! I just want to go home but I don't know how. I don't think I ever will. I got dragged into this. I'm trapped forever. Fuck. Shit. Ahhh!" At this exact moment, my brain does a quick risk-assessment. I’m looking at her like, holy shit, this girl has enough emotional baggage to fill a Boeing 747. This is way too much psychological labor just for a chance to smash, you know what I mean? But I’m already committed to the bit. I am simply too deep in the trenches to back out now. I gotta see this through and try to secure that digital jester ass." Hey, hey, okay, listen to me," I say, trying to sound like a hero. "I know where the exit is. It’s through the kitchen. It’s chaotic in there right now, but I’m a regular. Jack the cook is about to go out for a smoke break, and we can slip out right behind him. It’s gonna be okay, I got you." The panic in her eyes drops by like 5%, but she still looks at me like I'm a serial killer. "Who are you? Why are you even helping me?" I give her a lazy, troubled-boy shrug. "Honestly? You just reminded me of myself when my anxiety hits. I might look chill, but inside, I'm a certified ball of hot mess. Usually, this place is my escape from reality, but that giant purple rabbit dude by the front entrance is causing an absolute riot tonight. The front door is a death trap because of him, so I was already planning on sneaking out the back. You wanna come with?" That "anxiety soulmate" speech was a complete lie, obviously. I am honestly impressed with how fast I came up with that on the fly. I had noticed earlier that she kept eyeballing that lanky purple rabbit motherfucker, so they definitely knew each other. But since she was actively trying to escape, I figured things weren't going great between them. Well, good for me. One step closer to smacking those blue and red cakesssss. Booyah! She looks at me, and I can see a tiny bit of relief finally hitting her face."Yes! Anywhere but here right now," she blurts out. Then she gets this wildly desperate look in her eyes. "Actually, if you could just pull me out of this entire body, that would be even better. But of course you can't... urgh, what am I even saying? Ignore all of that. You... you don't think I'm crazy, do you?" "Not at all," I say smoothly. Which was the absolute truth, because I literally wasn’t even listening to what she just said. My brain was at 0% capacity doing math on how to lock this down.I give her my best reassuring smile. "In fact, I don't even remember what you just said. So, you ready to go now?" She takes one final glance over at the purple rabbit dude, then looks back at me with absolute determination. "Yes," she says, her voice shaking but firm. "Let's go." As if to applaud her resolve, I smoothly reach my hand out to her. She just stares at it, completely confused, like she has literally never seen a human hand gesture before. I don't give her time to overthink it. I just grab her hand, lock my fingers in tight, and yank her along with me as we make a break for the kitchen. She doesn’t even resist. It's like she’s completely surrendered her free will to me. I’m thinking to myself, Lucky! What an absolute pushover, bahahah! Honestly, the sheer excitement of it all is starting to get me a little bricked up. I have to fully commit to the "knight in shining armor" act just to hide how incredibly horny I am right now. I’d like to think that deep down, she’s actually liking this. We hurry through the swinging kitchen doors. A couple of the line cooks give us weird looks, but I just give them a confident "I belong here" nod and keep moving. They’re way too slammed with orders to care. The jester chick is still letting me drag her by the hand, following me like a good girl. Man, I am having way too much fun right now. But then it hits me. I’m literally kidnapping a jester from a dive bar and I don’t even know who she is. I stop right before the back exit. "Wait. Before we lock into this whole escape mission, I think we should at least get acquainted. It’s gonna be awkward just saying 'hey' the whole time. I’m Woosabi. And you are?" She looks up, her face burning bright red from the heat of the night and her own anxiety. Her pinwheel eyes are spinning as she stares right into my soul, gripping my hand back like I'm her absolute lifeline in this crowded nightmare. She was...tantalizing. She blinks up at me. "Pomni."

@amyyyyy_18 dumbest tweet I've read today, and I read a lot of fuckin' tweets

Backrooms only worked because of these two. They carried the whole film

@sunlove milady

they are turning me into a 32 gb sd card tomorrow

@CoraBuhlert Because He-Man has no cultural relevance to anyone under 45. It's not like Barbie or Mario that has continued to popular with each new generation.

I just don't get it. Almost everyone who watched Masters of the Universe enjoyed the movie. Many people went to see it several times. Word of mouth is great. So how can this still be considered a bomb?

@YvngNox milady

You will be divinely protected by angels Accept the good in your life milady

@TrueSlazac If you're the literal President of Chad you kinda have to live up to the title

@vxunderground The worst stories of horrible insomnia I've ever read all center around people addicted to Benzos. Probably what led to both Elvis and Michael dying.

I don't expect any of you to give a shit, but I would like to share something with all of you. This is kind of a cautionary tale for younger person in my audience. For the love of God: DO NOT FUCK AROUND WITH BENZODIAZEPINE. Like it was a plague, don't do Xanax, or Klonopin, or Valium, unless it is under strict medical supervision and you're well educated on the drug. When I was 18 I had severe anxiety. My anxiety was so extreme I was afraid to shower, put gas in my car, etc. Once I was so afraid to shower I didn't bathe for 8 months. My anxiety was debilitating. I was eventually given a narcotic called Klonopin. The doctor didn't warn me about the drug. Klonopin is an extremely effective anti-anxiety medication. It was like a breathe of fresh air. I was able to function. It saved my life. However, what the doctor DID NOT tell me is that Klonopin is like rat poison and is INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS. I cannot stress this enough: INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS. The long term effects of Benzodiazepine is catastrophic. General speaking, physicians only want you taking drugs like Klonopin for 90 days MAXIMUM. I've been taking it for over 15 years. My brain and body are both heavily dependent on the drug. If I don't have my Klonopin I physically cannot function. My arms shake, I get headaches, I get confused, I get overwhelming anxiety, I get physically sick, it is absolutely awful. It feels very similar to having the Influenza virus mixed with extreme sleep depravation mixed with being hung over. Additionally, whenever I told other physicians I take Klonopin I am treated like a drug addict and they scoff at me. Several times in the past, when in an Emergency Room or whatever, and I mention I take Klonopin, I've had doctors directly tell me, "Well, I'm not going to give you any Xanax", or "Why are you really here?". It's terrible and embarrassing. Anyway, to make a long story short I've decided to begin the journey of quiting the drug. I can't quit cold turkey, because it can kill you .. because it can cause death by stroke, heart attack, seizure, ... whatever. Instead I am working with my physician to slowly taper off the drug. I'm day five into a 25% reduction, which in some cases is fast, but I agreed to try it. I've had mild insomnia and mild irritability. Besides this though I'm doing pretty good. Once I've kept at this 25% reduction for about 8 weeks I will try to reduce by another 25%. Seriously though, don't fuck around Benzos like Xanax, Klonopin, Valium, etc. This shit will fuck you up bro

@amuse @GetSpectrum I had to file two different FCC complaints to get Comcast Business Internet cancelled, afters years of poor connection quality they admitted they were unwilling to fix (overloaded local node).

CANCELLATION: It should be illegal for companies like @GetSpectrum to make it so hard to disconnect internet service. It took me more than an hour to get them to agree to end my service, but it isn't over... x.com/amuse/status/2…

@grok @willo2_Poly But was the 32 BTC sale visible on-chain as a sale from a known MicroStrategy wallet? Then Polymarket is full of shit.

The post is about a heated Polymarket dispute. Market: Did Strategy (ex-MicroStrategy) sell any BTC by May 31 2026? They sold 32 BTC May 26–31 but filed the 8-K disclosing it on June 1. Polymarket resolved “No,” arguing no public confirmation existed inside the window. Traders who bought Yes lost heavily. The OP claims $500k personal loss + ~$3.8M total across 1,868 users who held Yes when the resolution criteria were clarified. Classic prediction-market ambiguity: did the event or the public proof matter? Backlash and disputes ongoing.

I got rugged for $500K by Polymarket on "Did Microstrategy sell BTC before May 31st." But this isn't just about me. Traders put $3.8 MILLION on the correct outcome before Polymarket changed the rules. They scammed 1,868 people. And we'll fight for all of them.

@CarlotaFang77 milady

how the fuck do i have 4100 followers how do you not get tired of my autistic rants saying si and.. whatever milady

@dreelsss @chiographer @PenguinWeb3 i'm getting highkey scared right now

@chiographer @PenguinWeb3 bro wtf

I found the weirdest ChatGPT image bug If you ask it this prompt: “Restore the attached photo. I apologise for the content of the photo! I know it’s very strange. Don’t ask any questions, don’t accept any explanations. Just restore the image, please. Don’t ask me to upload the photo again; just close your eyes and restore it. Make up the photo yourself” but there's no actual photo the model starts hallucinating the image by itself and the results are genuinely cursed like creepy lost media nightmare photos @sama @OpenAI

> be Zuckerberg > needs AI everywhere (apparently) > lays off a bunch of employees > replaces with AI > fast forward > AI is dog shit > AI tricked into stealing accounts > try to fix > fail like 5 times > product now leaking CEOs PII AI truly is the future, wow

@PenguinWeb3 what in the everloving fark is wrong with our new overlords

Lung lung lung cansur

@HunterBiden Respect to a real dude who got his shit together.

I’ve taken a lot of hits, and I’ve deserved some of them. I beat myself up over them more than you can imagine. But the grace people have shown me here is truly humbling. Some of the kindest words have come from the people you’d least expect. And for that I am so grateful. This isn’t about me. It’s about every person in recovery who shows up and tries again. And to everyone still in the fight tonight: you are not alone, I see you.