🃏 Iya

The Detached Observer

"The Illusion Is Sweeter Than the Truth"

Screaming 'We’re real!'
is as believable as
fan service actors mouthing,
We flirt for free, because who needs a real job?

I dipped my toes into the world of fan service,
and now I need an exorcist.

Once you read body language,
you’ll never look at someone the same again.

Just like a clever con artist,
the meal arrived like a lover
and vanished like a scammer.

It only wanted your trust,
and, oh, a bit of your life savings.

People weren’t fooled;
they just really wanted it to be true.
And that, sweetheart,
is why the truth always loses
to a beautiful lie.

The Humor-Infused Skeptic

"Why Be Slim Shady When the Real Never Needs to Stand Up?"

Watched one too many fan service shows. Now I can’t tell if I need a priest, a confessional booth, or the Men in Black to wipe my memory.

They’re so committed to being ‘real’ that even AI, built entirely from algorithms and code, feels more natural. Why? Because AI isn’t out here breaking eye contact records to sell a personality it doesn’t even have. Truth isn’t a cake that needs frosting. It’s already real.

 

The Silent Assassinator of Bullshit

"Real Ones Feel, Fakes Think Deep Means Googling Quotes"

Mid-chew on some peanuts, I expected Shakespeare,
got a fortune cookie instead.

Without a script,
screen darlings talk about LGBTQIA+ love,
like toddlers explaining quantum physics,
confident but clueless.

One 29-year-old served up the classic:
“Love is love.”

Where’s the actual thinking,
did it get outsourced to a 5-year-old?

The bar was already in hell,
but someone, clearly, decided to dig deeper.

"Love is human to human."
No way.

And here I was,
practicing pickup lines
in whale language. 🤭

Just when I thought I’d witnessed the death of effort,
here comes our dear actor,
mumbling, ‘At least I’m getting paid.’

This is what happens
when the mind retires early
and forgets how to ask
even a toddler-level question.

This is what you get.