you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Lift Analysis

Worse Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

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Thank you, Jack

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

hello reader,

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

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I Write Goodbye Letter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Today I felt like starting