Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
Better Lift
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Today I felt like starting
Thank you, Jack
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We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
much more tactility