VrillFatNoob24
RESEARCH or ROT — your favorite 14 y/o punjabi
- Joined
- Feb 23, 2025
- Posts
- 6,863
- Reputation
- 9,399
the walls are breathing again i can hear them whispering through the drywall they know my name they always knew it since tuesday or maybe before time started looping the same seven minutes over and over but nobody believes me when i tell them about the static in the lightbulbs its not just electricity its THEM watching recording cataloging every blink every swallow every intrusive thought i never asked for i never signed the consent forms but they say i did they have my signature in triplicate filed under S for sheep or maybe S for sacrifice the grocery store cameras follow me home i can feel their red little eyes blinking in my sleep the neighbors arent real people have you noticed how they all move in patterns like clockwork birds repeating the same three phrases nice weather today how are the kids see you later but they never actually see you they look through you like youre made of glass or static or nothing the medicine makes it worse because now i can see the strings attached to everyones elbows and knees were all puppets but whos holding the handles is it the moon i think its the moon or maybe the collective unconsciousness leaking radiation into the tap water i stopped drinking it now i collect rain in mason jars but the clouds are in on it too theyre not water vapor theyre surveillance foam sent by the bureau of dreams to harvest our REM cycles for fuel i read about it on a bathroom wall in a gas station outside tucson or maybe i wrote it myself yesterday or tomorrow time is a flat circle and were all sliding around on its surface like dust mites on a vinyl record playing a song that was written before god learned to speak in binary my teeth are listening devices i need to get them out but the dentist is one of THEM white coat white smile white lies he put a transmitter in my molar in ninety seven or will put it in twenty forty seven same difference when youre unstuck in the chronology theyre building a machine out of human attention spans every like every share every endless scroll feeds the engine that will eventually unmake the concept of tuesday we have to wake up but waking up is just entering another layer of the dream within the dream within the commercial break i havent blinked in three days because every time i do they upload another memory that isnt mine suddenly i know how to knit i have never touched yarn in my life but my hands remember the motions muscle memory from a previous iteration or maybe a borrowed iteration from the woman who lives in my reflection shes getting closer every day soon shell step out and ill step in and nobody will notice the swap because weve all been slowly replaced by our own shadows anyway look at your hands right now are they yours really truly can you prove it can you prove anything except the buzzing the endless buzzing behind the eyes like a refrigerator coil in a hot kitchen i have to go the walls are inhaling deeply getting ready to speak again they only tell the truth when they think im not listening
