LostSole

When drag becomes permanent, the person beneath the performance is forgotten. Even to themselves. They're left to wonder: "Am I even real anymore?" The silence fills the space where the echo chamber once roared. It is deafening.

They watched themselves through the screen, pixel-thin and safely blurred, afraid the truth might cut too deep, or worse, be overheard. So they split themselves to fit the room, and trimmed the parts that didn’t please. Until the mask grew skin, and then... they couldn’t find the seams.

And you'd ask, where are the young, who seemed nowhere about? But like the echo chambers of old, they ate the youth who dared to doubt.

Every gesture they rehearsed, Every smile a weapon to wield, No substance was the currency, Of this fragile fiction guild.

And maybe, in the end, they were all just a little make-believe, shifting shapes in search of something to become a home they’d never leave. And so, they stayed, never asking until the silence grew too loud.

Dirty mind

Avoided pants

You stole my pebble, your tweeting spread the word, Now meet this machete-wielding angry bird.

For the court's record, I do not represent either party as an otterny at law. In fact, I’m not an otterny at all. I post before you today simply because I unottered a relevant meme, hidden deep within my memechives. Exhibit A: I am now pudding to rest with otter-proof evidence that if you can dream it, you can, most pawsitively, meme it. And possibly stream it too, assuming favorable current conditions and a decent Wi-FISH signal. May the wow tides be ever in your favor. No fur-ther arguments, your Otter. Respectfully submitted, nOtterny-at-Lawl, Esplashquire

Sounds like a good scene to have caught on tape. 😊

Ah, metaphorically keeping your mouth taped shut. Respect.

I'm glad we could co-adhesively agree on that sticky situation.

Another soul claimed for otternity by the wow tides.

A true bonding experience.