Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
in a post. I want to be remembered
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
not their contents
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
hiding from the rain
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
really i want the internet
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
propensity within someone
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.