Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
kind of mythopoesis
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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i see a website
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i have read not even 1 book
send your tumblr
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
no longer writing in the third person
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
so at the end