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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

division of reality is straying away from it

Better Lift

no longer writing in the third person

ion

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

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59