i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

really i want the internet

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

hiding from the rain

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter

13, H, grate

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people