Yonle on Nostr: Don’t ask me why I am writing this coz honestly I don’t even know if I’m still ...

Don’t ask me why I am writing this coz honestly I don’t even know if I’m still mentally present or just a floating consciousness bouncing between “delulu” and “waw” like a Windows XP screensaver stuck in an existential crisis. I started with “politic” and somehow teleported into the multiverse of cainis, where every creature speaks in caps lock and walks backwards. Then ameh riku whispered secrets of the forbidden tred, the one that starts wars not with missiles, but with bold opinions about soup. I went wargh, because it was either that or sneezing glitter. Somewhere in the spiraling dimension of “delulu,” I met a lenok. Not just any lenok. A lesbian lenok. And before you ask, yes—she rides a scooter fueled by pure drama and eats nothing but expired kiwi jam. She once shouted “UH BUNTU LENOK” so loud that my WiFi router developed depression and refused to connect to reality. Then came the kiwi lenok—a sentient fruit with opinions on tax reforms and K-pop fan wars. He said “auch lenok,” stubbed his toe, then sued gravity. Then outta nowhere, XUNIL SFL appeared, which is Linux FS but backwards because this whole storyline is running on /dev/null. I screamed gwentuh lenok into the void, but the void responded with an invoice and a therapy suggestion. “Fedowa lenok,” I cried. And everyone around me just looked at me like I just gave birth to a conspiracy.