a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

It Will Get Lighter

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

Worse Lift

"Put a blanket."

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

13, H, grate

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

so the method has to be autonomous

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

magnetisation/form

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

feel you

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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

which magnetises chains of pins

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its performative

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

not their contents