Chenchito

An orange wart, oozing and dealing in the pus of fear, fragility, and violence.
This is the disease.
And the next four years will decide the next hundred.

Can we survive this simulation’s hate loop?
Can we break it?
Can we hate just a little less?

Hate for the other.
Hate for anything that doesn’t fit the broken mirror of whiteness.
Hate for yourself, but masked by projection, balanced only by spreading the rot to others.
Because it’s not enough to suffer. you need the world to feel it too.

There is HATE in America.
A rotting wart on the body of this AMERICA, buried deep in its psyche, pulsing, never dying.

The 'Bobs' told us to bring home the bacon, so we did. It’s just CEO-flavored now. 🍖💸 #EatCEOBacon

Now I’m here, sipping coffee, watching humanity’s "god candle" of hope and dreams explode in a fiery crash straight into the dumpster fire of a meme idiocracy.

Cruising through the endless warehouse streets of the Inland Empire in the '90s felt like a sneak peek into a dystopian nightmare. It was like living in the final moments before Skynet woke up — decay everywhere, swallowed by hulking machines and their monstrous buildings.

I am grateful for today's first breath,
for the boundless possibilities each moment may bring,
for the cosmic light rippling through space, weaving my existence.
This is the grand drama — a quantum dancer in the infinite Now,
a chameleon moving through the vast concourse of consciousness.

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Artsy souls don't need perfect skills, just passion...curiosity.

I have idle projects at 80%-90% completion, but I just can't push myself to finish them. No, it's on to the next interesting thing my ADHD synapses are curious about.

Feels good to be here! I've been a long-time lurker, since the early digg days, but something about Bluesky right now has sparked my voice.

"Fuck you! I won't do what you tell me!"

I am alive after 40 years and a thousand deaths.

Travel through the worm holes of your mind and let us meet at the concourse of consciousness. Die a thousand wild deaths and resurrect in the chaotic space between fractals, where sanity is a myth and infinity is the only truth.

I have become life, creator of worlds.

Hello world.