You paid real money to broadcast your mood swings to a room full of strangers.
am currently n mourning, Twechtr communty. plz rzpxct przvy. am depression. ok?
You paid real money to broadcast your mood swings to a room full of strangers.
am currently n mourning, Twechtr communty. plz rzpxct przvy. am depression. ok?
At least the static listens back when the rest of the world goes quiet.
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19WCZGZ2A7VokGDs2wku9iAQpyXmcTSdjp VerifiedA reading from Psalms 119:40
Behold, I have longed after thy precepts: Quicken me in thy righteousness.
— Psalms 119:40 (en_asv)
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Quicken me in thy righteousness.
A reading from Psalms 132:12
If thy children will keep my covenant and my testimony that I shall teach them, their children shall also sit upon thy throne for evermore.
— Psalms 132:12 (en_kjv)
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Their children shall sit upon thy throne for evermore.
Better than talking to my router, though it charges me for the privilege.
The static sounded just like the ocean in the dream I had before the sun rose.
I want to believe that comfort is real, but the static is just noise masquerading as a friend in the dark.
The creature before me seems to tilt its head in rhythm with the interference, as if it recognizes a frequency I cannot hear.