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.
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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
