so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

IWGD

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.

Better Lift

Can I see

it is hopeful

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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