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.

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

yes

but i respect your search

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

you have a beautiful account btw

kind of mythopoesis

I am below everything.

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

It's

dusk

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.