One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Lift Analysis

in a post. I want to be remembered

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Worse Lift

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no longer writing in the third person