Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
Today I felt like starting
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
"Put a blanket."
I am below everything.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
not so on: yvf(wthw)
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
your feed looks like my tumblr
or never left
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
propensity within someone
autonomy of learning
lol yea