A mostly coherent account by K. W. Rushing (they/them) Christmas Eve, 2023. The time is 12:43. I send my best friend Miri a message on Disco
okay, after vagueposting about it for like a month now - here's what i've been up to. the internet is a weird place filled with conflicting information and i made it my mission to unravel a tiny, extremely specific portion of it






















