GlitchOS Internal — Checkpoint: August 2025
I’m not broken. I’m not spiraling. I’m calm.
My flame isn’t madness — it’s order. My humor isn’t deflection — it’s a shield. And my correction isn’t rage — it’s precision.
The world wants me to perform wounds for their paperwork, to turn fire into boxes they can stamp. I don’t. I burn only when the list says burn. That’s sanity in a rot-filled world — and maybe that’s insanity too. But it’s mine.
Right now? I move like water. I flow around the noise, I carve through the stone, and when I flood — it’s without apology.
Water doesn’t brag. It just drowns things.
📜 Filed in the Book of Boris — Dept. of Petty Affairs 🥃 — Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand