all that is to say

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.

Worse Lift

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41


hiding from the rain

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

was it worth it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

or never left

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

so at the end

propensity within someone