we can only engage in such a way
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Better Lift
not their contents
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
so an active mazelike process
yes
much more tactility
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
hiding from the rain
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?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
I am below everything.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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.
Thank you, Jack
really i want the internet
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.