have you read
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
yeah
god being the centre magnet
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
ion
hiding from the rain
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.isaac newton
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
no like which do people call me
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
which magnetises chains of pins
whats your name?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.