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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.lol yea
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
hiding from the rain
idk
we can only engage in such a way
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.