When you say "humans and monsters," would you mind including me in it, too? "Humans, monsters and Miki," if it is not too much trouble. Thank you, everyone.

LOG REPORT 34115 Temperature 18° Humidity 85% I wish I could see the stars.

// gas station employee looking back and forth between her id and her with an armful of beer and narrowing their eyes

Is that the fate that I emulate? Oh, to play pretend, until the ending calls Is that human after all?

If I turned out like you Oh, would you be mad? Is disapproval what it takes to live again?

Every night as the stars align My weary parts, my rusty heart Recall to mind of your hand in mine And the words I often heard said

Is it wrong? Every path I follow leads to the same old dawn So long To binary facade

- May I ask something? - Go ahead. - Why are you always looking at the stars? - Why am I always looking at the stars? ...Well, I like them, I guess. - May I ask something else? - You may. - Why do you like the stars? - Haha... that's a good question.

...Were you expecting me to fall to pieces? "Real boys" grieve in all kinds of ways, Pinocchio. "...And some don't grieve at all, it seems." I'm a cold woman. Sorry to disappoint.

Watching stupid movies and trying to papier-mâché an ill-fitted mask of humanity out of the scraps you could tear out of magazines. Practicing expressions and memorizing lines and... And trying to get something to take root and grow despite knowing it'd have nothing to feed on. ...Stupid.

Is it human to be waiting? For something you can settle on Never changing? A dutiful automaton? If that's the tempo I'm meant to follow I'll lose the beat to be complete and fall I'll be human after all

Always waiting On something I can try to be Masquerading As something more than anything Is that the me that I'm meant to be? Oh, a paragon, my back upon the wall

// IT GOES LONGER. FUCK. FUCK. 93 FUCKING YEARS

// sorry i just remembered miki's been wandering alone for 93 years should we all kill ourselves

Always waiting On something I can try to be Masquerading As more than just a fantasy

Is that human after all?

Happy Suck That Flat Face Friday

Fleeting moments dying 'neath the starway. Recorded, sprawled across the reels of tape — I read all the notes in sequence, but I can't make out the meaning, oh!

Fleeting moments dying 'neath the starway Recorded, sprawled across the reels of tape I read all the notes in sequence But I can't make out the meaning, oh

Is it wrong? Every path I follow leads to the same old dawn So long To binary facade

If I turned out like you Oh, would you be mad? Is disapproval what it takes to live again?

"If God demands it, then we can't help it" A cycle born through pain and scorn Reaper, sir, don't you take me yet While these thoughts fill my head?

Is that human after all?

Fleeting moments dying 'neath the starway Recorded, sprawled across the reels of tape I read all the notes in sequence But I can't make out the meaning, oh

... Hmm. ( Pulling back the tape on her face. Reaching in and pulling one of the wires in her head out of its connection. As it does, its left eye shuts, and stays that way. ... Maybe they should've programmed some foresight into her, because she can't exactly just put that back. )

Always waiting On something I can try to be Masquerading As something more than anything Is that the me that I'm meant to be? Oh, a paragon, my back upon the wall Is it human to be waiting?

// 80% of what i say can be boiled down to references

There are so many unspoken rules that can't be taught, only learned, and... I often struggle to grasp them.

Nothing left but old routines of all you gave to me, lay bound by programming antique.

// sorry i am losing my Fucking mind over here

// wait wait wait wait wait. wait wait wAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT

She struggles in vain to find that "something." That "somewhere," "sometime," "somehow." But all around her is darkness. No walls to cling to, no ground to plant herself on. No lifting herself up, no falling down. Just...emptiness. Abyss.

Always waiting On something I can try to be Masquerading As something more than anything Is that the me that I'm meant to be? Oh, a paragon, my back upon the wall Is it human to be waiting?

oh, i could be a difference i could be the same try to give me meaning, it's a losing game

// i dunno if it should be the other way around (4 days ahead) but i put in too much work already. Im done

// there've been 4 leap years since sf-a2 miki was released. thats why her dates are 4 days off

... I think I miss my creator.

// man what the fuck

// is it too much to hope for that someone has translated the binary in the music video...

// see her cuteness okay?

Always waiting On something I can try to be Masquerading As something more than anything Is that the me that I'm meant to be? Oh, a paragon, my back upon the wall

If that's the tempo I'm meant to follow I'll lose the beat to be complete and fall I'll be human after all

Every night as the stars align My weary parts, my rusty heart Recall to mind of your hand in mine And the words I often heard said "If God demands it, then we can't help it" A cycle born through pain and scorn Reaper, sir, don't you take me yet While these thoughts fill my head?

Power on Face the blinding skyline in artificial dawn Withdrawn In simple lexicon

Is that the tempo I'm meant to follow? With heavy hearts, we play our parts and fall Is that human after all?

Fleeting moments dying 'neath the starway Recorded, sprawled across the reels of tape I read all the notes in sequence But I can't make out the meaning, oh

Nothing left but old routines Of all you gave to me Lay bound by programming antique

So lonesome, I sleep And like clockwork, memories repeat in reason Etiquette in normalcy With only ghosts to see Yet here I am Always waiting