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.

Better Lift

13, H, grate

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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


Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

really i want the internet

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Worse Lift

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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