god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

brb i will read and reply sincerely

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Rain, starting

no longer writing in the third person

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.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.

really i want the internet