Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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Can I see

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

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 seriously, thank you, Jack

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i really havent

Lift Analysis

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

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