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.

currently

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thank you, Jack

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

December 2025

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

god being the centre magnet

i love it here