"Put a blanket."
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.wait what is that
and the fake qualifier
no longer writing in the third person
i really havent
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.