but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my
silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Style
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?
13, H, grate
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
It Will Get Lighter
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved
but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT
to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over
it will mean that they can stop it.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more
personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more
romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
