its good

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

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no longer writing in the third person

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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.

"Put a blanket."

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17


wait what is that

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i really havent