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.

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

in a post. I want to be remembered

Rain, starting

It Will Get Lighter

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Better Lift

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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Today I felt like starting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

13, H, grate

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

abrar?

i understand

isaac