Everything you do is planned out in advance / And the stars push their dark wills down on you / And wolves all tear themselves apart better in packs / It's just a function that we will have to work on through / We're machines that eat and breathe and look really cool / You're reacting just the way I thought you would / And I've replaced my heart with metal parts / And I'm working out just fine, but I can't get it to start / We're machines that breathe and weep and look really good / Trained to kill / Send me back in time and I'll bring us back in line / Just tell me whose mother I have to kill / I'm fine like I've always been, and I don't remember when / My conscience wasn't acting up again / And I've replaced my heart with metal parts / And I'm working out just fine, but I can't get it to start / We're machines that breathe and weep and look really good / Trained to kill

>>> [4/1/2026] ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Lyrics above: Holy Fucking Shit 40'000 - Have A Nice Life

Ta-da! This is a test entry I have set up, and see if I can work with this format.

I just want to say, this was the fantasy. I've seen others do it. I've seen others actually put in the effort, and they'd always tell me how rewarding it was. I never fucking believed them, I always thought they were stuck in some kind of sunk-cost fallacy, but no. It actually feels rewarding; it's not just some crazy fantasy. Even better, I know I'm not alone. █████ is also setting up their website right now, and I'm so excited for the both of us.

All my life, I've always dreamed about doing something like this, about putting my own thoughts out there, leaving some sort of dent in the massive fucking trap that is the internet, and about beginning projects and actually sticking to them. So, as you read this, know that you've fulfilled some random punk's dream. Even if it's just to read, thank you.

When I was a kid, I always thought those who got famous online were so cool. I won't lie, when I was a kid, I wished to become like them; thought it would be cool to create content like some of my favourite influencers at the time. I was a pretty fucking lazy kid, so I guess I wanted my laziness to match up with my dream job ( ;´ - `;)...

My best friend and I used to dream though, with our naïve eyes and visions that hadn't been crushed by the expectations of others yet, of what names we would call ourselves. What we would call our fans, y'know, if we had any. It was probably egocentric to dream of popularity, but that basically what we did. I think it was more than that though, I think we both liked the idea of having a community behind you.

As we grew up, as we had visible stretch marks on our bodies as well with on our minds, obviously those dreams fell short.

Not completely though, I have a strong group walking alongside me (even if they don't know about this little passion project yet) that I really and truly cherish. I have a community now. That's partially why I'm doing this now, I want community to be easily accessed in Ottawa, since I know how fulfilling it feels in our souls.

This blog is partly two things to me.

1. Freedom away from Meta (ew...) and other sites that will just tear out my words then paste them somewhere. Probably rephrased, or censored, that would suddenly support the entire existence of those big corpos.

2. Give others a peek into the mind of someone who is in that transition stage between normie and punk. I don't think it's talked about enough, to actively change, to not always be who you identify as.

This is the first entry, let's see if anything sticks, or if these ramblings are just some things doctors will examine when trying to pick me apart LAWL.