Today I felt like starting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

no longer writing in the third person

currently

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

in a post. I want to be remembered

It's

dusk

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

hiding from the rain

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

ion

lol

its good

plato

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