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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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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hiding from the rain

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Worse Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

like first name

idk

yes

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me


okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone truth

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Thank you, Jack

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone