Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

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"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Better Lift

Picture

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

and the fake qualifier

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

really i want the internet


and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

the site i am dreaming

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

was it worth it

I Write Goodbye Letter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.