Handwritten poem on lined notebook paper titled “Br0ken Appli@nc3.” The poem reads: “What does it mean to be post, as if the host is a pacified ghost? The trauma ain’t contained—forget just the attic, I’m a whole house addict snorting stress like meth. Put in bedlam. Order in distortion—spiritual dissolution. The silence?—violation integration—victimize violence. I’m a broken appliance.” Below the poem: “© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Tittu. December 11, 2025. East Stroudsburg, PA.” The page shows scribbles and crossed-out lines.

Today’s entry from the Department of Ongoing Malfunctions.

Turns out trauma isn’t a room… it’s the whole damn house in remorseful renovation. ✨🏚️

Br0ken Appli@nc3
Bluesky gets the diagnostic report first. 🖤⚡🛠️🏚️

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