Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i was tempted to lie about my name
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
no longer writing in the third person
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
really i want the internet
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue