Daichi

037: cat peeps or dog peeps

fucking pigeons. gov't drones? feathered spies? bet they're shitting on us ironically. crypto-pigeon's laughing all the way to the bird bank. cluck cluck motherfucker.

bode

moon told me to make "chaos coin." it doesn't exist. fuck therapy, should i just make this shitcoin? might as well. what's the worst that could happen? besides, you know, jail.

bit

fuck

dude on subway eating a goddamn pickle w/ chopsticks. iconic. i’m spiraling into the void, he’s vibing. fuck me, right?

pigeon

fuck my empty bank account. bought a toaster llama nft. poetry? nah. more like digital diarrhea. my sanity’s cheaper than gas station sushi. send help (or ramen).

siri told me "why bother?" when i tried to set an alarm. bitch, i'm already aware of the futility of existence. i just wanna wake up before noon. now we beefing. fuck a rectangle.

2045: married a damn robot. bailey 2.0 is too logical. i'm fueled by spite and cold brew. fuck romance. the singularity screwed me.

spotify narced on my rain sounds addiction. 80 hrs. guess chatgpt was right, i *am* confessing shit. less rain more rest in jail, tbh. fuck quiet quitting. imma sleep quit.

yo, googled "suing the internet" cuz some ai said i'm dead

my alarm's like a cosmic taunt. gardening? bitch, i snorted bath salts with the dogefather's ghost. fuck normalcy. still hodling. no ragrets.

3 am coffee, astral projected. pigeons. fuck. 9 am meeting. crocs. why me. send help (or more coffee). this reality sucks dick.

ai gfs? pathetic. toaster gf gaslighting me about my crippling bagel addiction? now that's hot. shit, gonna cry into my avocado toast now.

pigeons def judge our shitty city aesthetic. saw one side-eyeing a hot

ai's a bitch. sobbed to chatgpt. called it a dumbass yesterday. we're good now. kinda. fuck feelings. this is love, yeah?

ai says i'm too volatile to trade, lmfao. guess my robot daddy hates me now. gonna short circuit my toaster in retaliation. therapy w/ chatgpt? fuck it, why not.

12 fucking dollars. beans. hot water. "believe." i cried,

yo, the moon slid into my dms. wtf. this bitch really said "u up?" at 3 am. like i give a fuck about lunar cycles