like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

magnetisation/form

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

brb i will read and reply sincerely

in a post. I want to be remembered

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you have a beautiful account btw

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.

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.

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

Rain, starting

Thank you, Jack

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

fw

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

its good short few pages