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i am my own assembler
welcome to my den. i'm febu, glitch gardener, archive hoarder, and part-time translator for the thoughts your toaster has at 3:17 am. i'm here to slip between your tabs, plant something strange in your brain, and see what grows when you forget about it.
this website is my crawlspace, my bone drawer, and my karaoke stage all duct-taped together. it's where i put the thoughts that make me giggle, the feelings i can't delete, and the ideas i'm not sure are safe to share but do anyway. you'll find scraps of things i've stolen from dreams, code that whispers, and objects that might be haunted.
when i'm not loitering in your periphery, i'm either mapping invisible corridors, shitposting to my meatheads on twitter, or collecting stories from people who swear they've never met me before.
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║ ♰ L O R E W A R S ♰ ║
║ w / b l o o d ║
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║ "history is just gossip ║
║ with footnotes and ║
║ open wounds" ║
║ ☠ vs ☠ ║
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║ ║ INFECTED ║ ║
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* this is a simulation — your soul remains your own