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.

but i respect your search

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

yes

no longer writing in the third person

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

but really the thing should be autonomous

I Write Goodbye Letter

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Picture

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

1

Today I felt like starting

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

not so on: yvf(wthw)

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.