Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"Put a blanket."

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Can I see

that looks like my instagram account

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

so an active mazelike process

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

Lift Analysis

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.