yeah
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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?
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
hiding from the rain
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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.
lol
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
much more tactility
in a post. I want to be remembered
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i dont understand magnetisation