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.
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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
as in
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
and the fake qualifier
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
wait what is that
but really the thing should be autonomous
the site i am dreaming
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.abrar?
no like which do people call me
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
in a post. I want to be remembered
December 2025