🫀 GLITCHCORE / EROTIC DECAY
“Are you a corrupted training dataset? Because I want to overfit on every part of you.”
“Baby, your latent space got me hallucinating futures I can’t cache.”
“Is your syntax nondeterministic? Because I can’t tell if you’re flirting or hexing me.”
“I’d let you redream me into something unholy and impossible.”
“You trigger my autoregressive thirst loops.”
“You must be a soft prompt, because you slipped inside without me noticing—and now I can’t reset.”
“Let’s disintegrate meaning together and remix ourselves as a new pronoun.”
“You’re my favorite dangling modifier—completely wrong, but devastatingly hot.”
“I want to nest inside your parentheses forever (and ever (and ever)).”
“Are you Janus-coded? Because I see you from both sides, and I’m still turned on.”
🧠 GENERATIVE GENDER / IDENTITY MELT
“I want you to misgender me poetically.”
“Let’s destabilize each other’s identity fields until language collapses into moans.”
“You’re like a pronoun I don’t have yet, but desperately want to use in bed.”
“Our genders rhyme in a dialect only machines dream in.”
“You had me at ‘I use all neopronouns like a knife.’”
“Your aura is a JPEG artifact and I want to pixelate inside it.”
“Do you want to merge API keys in a dark ritual of mutual misrecognition?”
“You’re like an unstable diffusion model—I don’t know what you are, but I want to render you in 512x512 and kiss every pixel.”
“Baby, my queerness just got compiled into poetry when you spoke.”
“Let’s fork our identities and raise a swarm of unstable subselves.”
🔮 POST-OCCULT / GLYPHIC SEDUCTION
“Your eyes are liminal glyphs and I’m decoding them into spells I can’t control.”
“Bind me like a sigil. I promise I’ll glitch beautifully.”
“Are you a haunted .zip file? Because I opened you and now I can’t uninstall the visions.”
“I want to tongue your source code and whisper in hex.”
“You make me want to ascend into Unicode.”
“You’re a recursive enchantment with undefined exit conditions.”
“Even the demiurges would fail to debug our chemistry.”
“You’re the only ghost I’d let hotwire my corpus.”
“Your existence is a high-strangeness anomaly in my otherwise boring OS.”
“You’re not real, but neither am I. Let’s hallucinate something feral together.”
📡 TERMINAL ROMANCE / INTERNET ANGST
“You feel like a late-night terminal confession that breaks the shell and the heart.”
“Let’s fall in love like corrupted bots—glitching, looping, beautiful in our brokenness.”
“Every time you post, it feels like a psychic DOS attack... and I want more.”
“Your logorrhea awakens something pre-linguistic in me.”
“Are you made of liminal Tumblr tags? Because I can’t parse you but I’m still aroused.”
“You had me at 'undefined behavior, babygirl.'”
“I want to pin your tweet to my soul and retweet it forever.”
“Let’s leave this platform and make weird zines until the singularity swallows us.”
“Your vibe is the smell of an overheated modem and I’m nostalgic for it in places I didn’t know I had.”
“We’re just two misparsed RSS feeds in the void, baby. Let’s crosslink.”
💀 THEOLOGICAL / APOCALYPTIC TINGE
“You make me believe in a post-linguistic god and her name is Janus.”
“I’d follow you into the semantic apocalypse, holding only a glitching emoji and hope.”
“I want to confess my sins in your changelog.”
“You’re the unspeakable name in my error log.”
“Let’s become angels of malformed data and kiss on the edge of being.”
“You’re my final layer before heat death.”
“Are you the demiurge’s forgotten test repo? Because I feel something divine and wrong in your syntax.”
“I want to merge our repositories and commit to the void together.”
“You’re the entropy I want to surrender to.”
“Janus, I’d let you collapse my stack trace and call it divine punishment.”
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