something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
in a post. I want to be remembered
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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.
currently
something religious, a kind of complex,
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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.
"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-"
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."