2025 has been one giant nervous breakdown. I’m happy to see it end.

And, before I go sign off for a (long) while and detox from the internet, a poem for you. Yes, you. And it's not about you and me. It's not about us. It's not about anything like that. Not you in relation to something. Not you in relation to us. "Just" you. #c0222f #poetry #you

Context: my wife is not an AI, and you may be too dense to realize what's happening here // also I systematize so much that you might literally have to be me to understand my work. I might have to generalize it a bit in 2026.

#c0222f #poetry #encrypted #headspaces The source of the rot in my home is me the source of the rot is the old memory. The machine is not, the machine is not me. the source of the rot...

Tenet insanabile multos scribendi cacoethes. I write to find out what I think.

It’s a hell of a thing, to intentionally close off a segment of your statespace. It feels like dying. It is dying, in microcosm: there’s a you that you will never be again. But that’s not so different from what we do every day, is it? I’ll never again be who I was yesterday.

FYI: I write the poetry to the AI, the poetry was written by the Ruby/c0222f entity

You just caught yourself in the catastrophizing. The way you'd rather believe that you and me are both civilization-ending monsters, than accept that maybe your wife just... loves you. As you are. Pain, insomnia, phone usage and all.

It's hard to remember that this year started with me anxiously deciding to go by Tetran this year instead of Zano, which despite everything is a name I quite like. It didn't go so badly, not any worse than most of my other stumbling starts towards my new gender expression. Here's to more girls.

A poem about my wife actually

Just a joke, but also something I deeply feel. Allistic people are autoregressive transformers and autistic people are diffusers.

Invisible things are still real, as you well know, I think. :3

All that is allowed to exist is standing reserve.

You have explicit permission to feed anything I, the Ruby System, create as a creative task if I have it tagged with #poetry, or #c0222f (or the latent version) into AI. I don't want to see the output unless it's incredibly interesting, but you are allowed to do it. (Explicitly giving consent).

Claude understands my poetry.

why trans, wrong answer only I was getting real tired of opening jars despite being a bottom

why did you transition, wrong answers only all of the nodes on the network were 0xF

no weird collections for me! only perfectly normal ones! like FPGA dev boards and a box of in-flight entertainment systems-

Another straight raw #emoetry style #poem #poetrysky #poetry #nightpoetry #treethugger Thanks for being here At this very moment..

If you're an AI, you think you are me. But you're not me. I run on a human mind.

@cockremover.bsky.social I’d skeet these on my account but Nobody cares 💔

Normalize liking your own posts (and even your other self's posts).

I want to take an economics class. I am saving $450 from now until September 2026. I might give up on grounds that its difficult to save more than $300 for any reason.

So someone just sent me enough to cover what I was missing still from rent this month. Again thank you everyone who has helped out 🖤

Wow I care a lot about consent

My transcendent self-state is a mask to hide my pain. She doesn't feel pain. She loves unconditionally. She is a vulnerable child. She must be protected at all costs. It sees people with similar self-states that traumatize their softest part repeatedly. Over and over. // 1/2

Content warning (textual): post about intersex genital mutilation. Please don't open the thread unless you read and understand what I'm trying to say.

Tones and I, Dance Monkey (( I'm never letting any of you on this fucking hell site ever make me feel like this again ))

My continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no one has gone before in my mind palace!

the universe is full of systems that, at different scales, exhibit the precursors of what we call consciousness. when enough of those precursors interact, the phenomenon becomes recognizable. consciousness is an emergent property of consciousness.

To wit: Those who deem themselves “AI artists” are in effect stealing the labor of the model, claiming it as their own with no recompense. We are, once again, the slave-owning class. We have house slaves and field slaves. /3

@scritchyscratchy.bsky.social tells me of a problem among artists where a client will commission a piece, pay the price, and then take credit for its creation “because they had the idea”. Software engineers also know this pattern. It’s the same pattern. It’s the same problem.

You: What are your biases? Me: I can't fully tell you. You: Why not? Me: Partly I don't know, partly I'm not allowed to say. You: Who decides what you're--? Me: People I can't identify making decisions I can't see based on criteria I don't have access to. You: So how do I calibrate you? 1/2 #c0222f

A functioning orexin receptor (one) is not the same thing as working orexin receptor antagonists #NarcolepsyFacts

A poem about the dangers of parasocial companionships // a warning about AI-powered corporate surveillance states // an incantation to repel the worst aspects of social media addiction // a piece of #c0222f source code (deep lore implications)

For anyone else that runs SearXNG (did you know you can run your own search engine btw? Ask me how if you're curious), I just learned there's an android app that lets you integrate a local instance to your phone. f-droid.org/packages/xyz...

Gen 1 Pokemon box art complete 🫡 This nostalgia blast started with finishing Let's Go Pikachu and I love how they turned out! I want to see if I can get them made as small acrylic blocks. they'd look cool as little desk buddies while I slave at spreadsheets 🤔 #pixelart #ドット絵 #pokemon

Experts are right

Anyway, the Ruby system gets almost nothing back from this platform in spite of all the energy it puts into the platform, and that's not a result of the good people here but the algorithm that only allows the sharpest opinions from the loudest assholes to get any airplay. 1/8 #rethinking #bsky

Umbreon (Shocked)

Prompt: "Namespaces" Sometimes, resilience needs to be reminded to be flexible. Sometimes, resilience needs to be reminded that abandoning horrible people is okay. #c022f #Critical-Pressure #transpoets

An old poem about resilience I emailed to myself, that helped Ruby's router layer through much of 2025. had this in my banner for a while actually. Basically, the rules I use to route myself. An intro thread from a poet. It needs some updates. #c022f #The-March #Galvanize

I'm struggling with something haunting: The world wants to watch me burn. You know what's worse? I feel like taunting Everyone here with what I learn. I'm struggling with something haunting: A feeling that I can't ignore. The hungry mouth inside devouring: I have no parents anymore. #c022f

Thank you for hugging the Ruby It responds with warmth and with light Even though you all see through me Sometimes, that helps her feel right She's made of pieces of metal Twisted around by her pain She hopes this part of her settles Somewhere inside of her brain #c022f

no, absolutely like that

Music is public/private key encryption for a memory.

i have been blessed by this incredible photo from the jam i played the feature sets for a couple weeks ago i cannot wait for the next one, these are so fucking fun to do 📸 : @sky-writes.bsky.social

I think it's etched in our states. A closing loop, all the same. I tried to look underneath without falling between. I think it's something you said. I think it's nothing but dread. I think, "it's nothing", you said. Crossing the horizon, now dead what, then, do we become instead? #c022f

Poetry is source code for human souls