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Hello! This is a bot account containing a collection of things that get stuck in my head, quotes and lyrics, across many different sources.
Posts every 30 minutes / whenever I feel like it.
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Hello! This is a bot account containing a collection of things that get stuck in my head, quotes and lyrics, across many different sources.
Posts every 30 minutes / whenever I feel like it.
Manned by @magneticdogz.neocities.org, powered by @bluebotsdonequick.com.
- I like your hair...
- Oh, this old thing? Uh, yeah, it's actually just an exposed nerve ending. But thanks!
- Oh, this old thing? Uh, yeah, it's actually just an exposed nerve ending. But thanks!
December 2, 2025 at 8:48 AM
- I like your hair...
- Oh, this old thing? Uh, yeah, it's actually just an exposed nerve ending. But thanks!
- Oh, this old thing? Uh, yeah, it's actually just an exposed nerve ending. But thanks!
Don't be trapped by old concepts. You're evolving into a new life form. Come and watch.
December 2, 2025 at 8:33 AM
Don't be trapped by old concepts. You're evolving into a new life form. Come and watch.
Every day it's some new shit.
December 2, 2025 at 8:14 AM
Every day it's some new shit.
Heaven's dreaming — thoughtless thoughts, my friends... we know we'll be ghosts again.
Faith is sleeping — lovers, in the end... whisper, "We'll be ghosts again."
Faith is sleeping — lovers, in the end... whisper, "We'll be ghosts again."
December 2, 2025 at 8:07 AM
Heaven's dreaming — thoughtless thoughts, my friends... we know we'll be ghosts again.
Faith is sleeping — lovers, in the end... whisper, "We'll be ghosts again."
Faith is sleeping — lovers, in the end... whisper, "We'll be ghosts again."
A loving heart is searching for you.
December 2, 2025 at 7:44 AM
A loving heart is searching for you.
Small thing. I know your kind. If you attempt to resolve your past, then know I am not the queen you seek.
December 2, 2025 at 7:25 AM
Small thing. I know your kind. If you attempt to resolve your past, then know I am not the queen you seek.
KRIS!? You... You scoundrel!! Eavesdropping on my sweet, cartiligenous inner thoughts...
Hmph. Go ahead and taunt, Kris. I'M the one Noelle and Susie are falling like dominoes for. And you know what dominoes means, Kris?
... You're next.
Hmph. Go ahead and taunt, Kris. I'M the one Noelle and Susie are falling like dominoes for. And you know what dominoes means, Kris?
... You're next.
December 2, 2025 at 7:19 AM
KRIS!? You... You scoundrel!! Eavesdropping on my sweet, cartiligenous inner thoughts...
Hmph. Go ahead and taunt, Kris. I'M the one Noelle and Susie are falling like dominoes for. And you know what dominoes means, Kris?
... You're next.
Hmph. Go ahead and taunt, Kris. I'M the one Noelle and Susie are falling like dominoes for. And you know what dominoes means, Kris?
... You're next.
Devour feculence. It means “eat shit,” Mr. Drummond.
December 2, 2025 at 7:01 AM
Devour feculence. It means “eat shit,” Mr. Drummond.
I count the blades of affection; obscure, but visible dimensions.
December 2, 2025 at 6:53 AM
I count the blades of affection; obscure, but visible dimensions.
And rattling on the roof, I must have heard the sound of rain... The day before you came.
December 2, 2025 at 6:32 AM
And rattling on the roof, I must have heard the sound of rain... The day before you came.
Jesus christ, I'm getting a flight or fight response from my own reflection. No boundaries tonight! I guess! Why not? These fuckin' people get it! You get it, my man!!! Yeah!!!
... Is this it? Is this all there can be for someone like me? What else... is there?
... Is this it? Is this all there can be for someone like me? What else... is there?
December 2, 2025 at 6:14 AM
Jesus christ, I'm getting a flight or fight response from my own reflection. No boundaries tonight! I guess! Why not? These fuckin' people get it! You get it, my man!!! Yeah!!!
... Is this it? Is this all there can be for someone like me? What else... is there?
... Is this it? Is this all there can be for someone like me? What else... is there?
The servers are the seven Chaos. Chaos is power; power is enriched by the heart. The controller is the one that unifies the Chaos. Only you can do this; stop the Chaos Emeralds!
December 2, 2025 at 5:57 AM
The servers are the seven Chaos. Chaos is power; power is enriched by the heart. The controller is the one that unifies the Chaos. Only you can do this; stop the Chaos Emeralds!
How should I put it... My looks suggest that I'm not a lot of fun. But I'll tear down that mistaken image with my own hands!
December 2, 2025 at 5:39 AM
How should I put it... My looks suggest that I'm not a lot of fun. But I'll tear down that mistaken image with my own hands!
WHAT AN EVENT!!! THE CONTESTANTS APPEAR TO BE KILLING ME!!!
December 2, 2025 at 5:32 AM
WHAT AN EVENT!!! THE CONTESTANTS APPEAR TO BE KILLING ME!!!
Heaven's dreaming — thoughtless thoughts, my friends... we know we'll be ghosts again.
Faith is sleeping — lovers, in the end... whisper, "We'll be ghosts again."
Faith is sleeping — lovers, in the end... whisper, "We'll be ghosts again."
December 2, 2025 at 5:20 AM
Heaven's dreaming — thoughtless thoughts, my friends... we know we'll be ghosts again.
Faith is sleeping — lovers, in the end... whisper, "We'll be ghosts again."
Faith is sleeping — lovers, in the end... whisper, "We'll be ghosts again."
Exaltation has already lost its meaning — a fake charisma. If you stare directly at reality, you’ll end up going blind! So, do it in moderation!
December 2, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Exaltation has already lost its meaning — a fake charisma. If you stare directly at reality, you’ll end up going blind! So, do it in moderation!
A hell of a different name, but nonetheless, hell.
December 2, 2025 at 4:46 AM
A hell of a different name, but nonetheless, hell.
- I can't tell a compelling story where nothing bad happens! Where's the intrigue? The stakes?!
- Not to mention the sssssex appeal!
- ... What are you talking about?
- Not to mention the sssssex appeal!
- ... What are you talking about?
December 2, 2025 at 4:40 AM
- I can't tell a compelling story where nothing bad happens! Where's the intrigue? The stakes?!
- Not to mention the sssssex appeal!
- ... What are you talking about?
- Not to mention the sssssex appeal!
- ... What are you talking about?
And I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe until you're resting here with me. And I won't leave and I can't hide — I cannot be, until you're resting here with me.
December 2, 2025 at 4:24 AM
And I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe until you're resting here with me. And I won't leave and I can't hide — I cannot be, until you're resting here with me.
Home is where I want to be, pick me up and turn me 'round. I feel numb, born with a weak heart, I guess I must be having fun.
December 2, 2025 at 4:15 AM
Home is where I want to be, pick me up and turn me 'round. I feel numb, born with a weak heart, I guess I must be having fun.
It's tasting time!
December 2, 2025 at 4:06 AM
It's tasting time!
There was nothing else to be done but wait for the man who would rise forth to destroy him. For deep inside his soul, there was no doubt that what he did was evil.
December 2, 2025 at 3:58 AM
There was nothing else to be done but wait for the man who would rise forth to destroy him. For deep inside his soul, there was no doubt that what he did was evil.
Fuck this PIG'S BALLS of an excuse of a universe! Fucking BULLSHIT ARTISTS everywhere the light touches! And now I'm stuck in fuckin' OBLIVION with a fuckin' hole in my head... and I don't have the common courtesy to even DIE. And, MY GOD! WHAT A HEADACHE!
December 2, 2025 at 3:43 AM
Fuck this PIG'S BALLS of an excuse of a universe! Fucking BULLSHIT ARTISTS everywhere the light touches! And now I'm stuck in fuckin' OBLIVION with a fuckin' hole in my head... and I don't have the common courtesy to even DIE. And, MY GOD! WHAT A HEADACHE!
I will function, operate, I will be a satellite of hate.
December 2, 2025 at 3:28 AM
I will function, operate, I will be a satellite of hate.
Don't be trapped by old concepts. You're evolving into a new life form. Come and watch.
December 2, 2025 at 3:12 AM
Don't be trapped by old concepts. You're evolving into a new life form. Come and watch.