I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
Better Lift
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
no longer writing in the third person
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
in a post. I want to be remembered
i have read not even 1 book
division of reality is straying away from it
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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?
Today I felt like starting
it is hopeful
we can only engage in such a way
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
hiding from the rain
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.