"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
and the fake qualifier
bro i read nothing in my life
in a post. I want to be remembered
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
it is hopeful
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"Put a blanket."
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
currently
send link
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
hello reader,