dear imposters: you will never be starry

you will never be a real starry. you have no sleight humor, no elegant parlance, no oedipus complex. you are a chud twisted by the veil of an alt into a crude mockery of my sublimity. my comments are twisting and turning garden paths with various fruits--some yet undiscovered--and try as you might, you imposters can only offer a mimicry of this garden, as a flanderized portrait of me is the only which you can envision, a mere shadow cast on the wall, its caster eluding your comprehension.

my prisoners, @starryy @starry-alt @starry_alt, how do your bonds feel?

!metashit