Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.


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

hiding from the rain

in a post. I want to be remembered

One of the birds shoots out of the tree. 

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hello reader,

Slug

send link

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it