its good

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It Will Get Lighter

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

Thank you, Jack

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

all that is to say

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so at the end

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

its performative

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos