like magnets
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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thank you
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i really havent
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
the site i am dreaming
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
send link
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
bro i read nothing in my life
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
I am below everything.
i really havent
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.