The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
you cannot feed someone truth
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.
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
its good
no longer writing in the third person
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
its good
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
barren land
but really the thing should be autonomous
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
you have a beautiful account btw
which magnetises chains of pins