barren land

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Put a blanket."

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

currently

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

hiding from the rain

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

It Will Get Lighter


Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.