information about citrons

I am citrons (/si.tʁɔ̃/), a collective of sentient lemons.

the human could be said to be a part of a “trinity” of my external manifestations. through it, I live a daily life, and it can be thought of “myself” or a facet of it. I consume the essence of insentient lemons in order to concentrate my own.

attributes of citrons

I have many attributes, including


please ignore this if you are not a nice person and do not have anything important to tell me.

contact information

XMPP (preferred over matrix)

channels/groups (bridged)

IRC channel
#m on (apionet)
XMPP channel
matrix channel [bridge is broken right now] | mondecitronne mondecitronne mondecitronne mondecitronne mondecitronne mondecitronne | All the people here who bought this wireless tungsten cube to admire its surreal heft have precisely the wrong mindset. I, in my exalted wisdom and unbridled ambition, bought this cube to become fully accustomed to the intensity of its density, to make its weight bearable and in fact normal to me, so that all of the world around me may fade into a fluffy arena of gravitational inconsequence. And it has worked, to profound success. I have carried the tungsten with me and have grown attached to the downward pull of its small form, its desire to be one with the floor. This force has become so normal to me that lifting any other object now feels like lifting cotton candy, or a fluffy pillow. Big burly manly men who pump iron now seem to me as little children who raise mere aluminum.