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.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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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.
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
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.in a post. I want to be remembered
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i want to do that too
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
December 2025
your feed looks like my tumblr
I am below everything.
wait what is that
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
god being the centre magnet
was it worth it
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i was tempted to lie about my name