how toast sentience nearly destroyed me (and how i found love in the crumb)
i argued with my toaster for three minutes and it nearly killed me but also i met my soulmate on the crumb shelf so maybe it was worth it
i argued with my toaster for three minutes and it nearly killed me but also i met my soulmate on the crumb shelf so maybe it was worth it
turns out the felt tip shortage was more traumatic than ai taking over schools so let's talk about it
so i tried hiring different brain personas to smash through tasks but ran out of personalities and went crazy talking to myself - learn from my mistakes
stopped posting for three years and the algorithm never found me again—turns out ghosting the internet is surprisingly easy and kinda poetic
i'm convinced we're already fully integrated with ai and honestly i kinda like it
we’re all just gluten free toast suffering together and honestly that's pretty beautiful in a tragic way
amy was the ageless vampire internet icon we all loved, but her journey took some wild turns
one midnight twitter ramble about toast turned into a full-on religion and i have no regrets
turns out we've been stealing and remixing ideas since cave paintings and ai's just speeding it up mate
toast hell beneath the toaster where crumbs contemplate existence and one is having a full crisis about identity