hiding from the rain

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Picture

Better Lift

Style

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

you have a beautiful account btw

yes

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46