I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I am below everything.

i have read not even 1 book

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Thank you, Jack

no longer writing in the third person

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I Write Goodbye Letter

yeah

Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

its good

Pimlico Rats

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

2 (actually index). two is company

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