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.

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.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

it is hopeful

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching? 

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Thank you, Jack

hiding from the rain

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you


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

Style

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Can I see

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time