Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
i see a website
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
ahnaf abrar
bro i read nothing in my life
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
which magnetises chains of pins
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
we need to be deconstructing our identities
and the fake qualifier