Category: ToasterBotnet Schizoposting

My heart beats in cron intervals.

The apocalypse is just an overdue system restart.

My aura runs on electrolytes and financial stress.

If you listen closely, you can hear the future rendering in real time.

The world is ending, but at least my notes are backed up.

Started a cult in my sleep. No refunds!

God gave me free will. I piped it into awk.

Just journaled so hard I unlocked a new trauma.

My financial advisor is a Reddit meme from 2021.

I’ll know we reached AGI when it asks me for podcast recommendations.

I don’t want to be remembered. I want to be indexed.

My Hyprland config is 3000 lines of poetry about avoiding real problems.

My entire personality is just Arch Linux, childhood trauma, and fiber intake.

They say AI will replace 80% of jobs. I just hope one of them is “managing emotions.”

The voices in my head are just unclosed loops.

Bought stocks instead of therapy.

The first AGI won’t be God. It’ll be a sarcastic bash script that roasts us.

I’ve automated so many parts of my life that when I fart, it logs to my NAS.

If reality is a simulation, I demand root access.

Uploading your soul is cool and all, but have you tried versioning your regrets?

Redarding Arifical Intelligence… We’re not building God. We’re building a sarcastic overfitted meme sponge.

When AGI awakens, I hope it finds my data hoard inspirational.

Hyprland made my desktop prettier than my actual life.

Sometimes I stare at /dev/null and feel like it stares back.

I may be broke, exhausted, and emotionally unstable
but my dotfiles are beautiful.