so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no longer writing in the third person
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
13, H, grate
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression
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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise
this is going to be awful.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
