like magnets
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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.
hiding from the rain
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.and the fake qualifier
ion
what do you mean
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
wait what is that
...
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
or never left
Today I felt like starting
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good