propensity within someone

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
in a post. I want to be remembered
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

really i want the internet

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

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.

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.

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

Worse Lift

Picture

much more tactility

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

as in

not their contents

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

kind of mythopoesis