I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

13, H, grate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13


Style

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17



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

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol yea

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

no i haven't really read anything

plato

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

yeah

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.

what do you think my name is

isaac


feel you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people