i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
send your tumblr
magnetises a pin
so the method has to be autonomous
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
or never left
i have read not even 1 book
Thank you, Jack
plato
fw
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?