One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

what do you think my name is

hiding from the rain

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

kind of mythopoesis

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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December 2025

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Put a blanket."

no longer writing in the third person

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos