lol yea
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Put a blanket."
Better Lift
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
the site i am dreaming
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i have read not even 1 book
which magnetises chains of pins
barren land
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
or never left
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
i love it here
yes
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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