I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree. 

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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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


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.

"Put a blanket."

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Style

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Slug

plato

...

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

your feed looks like my tumblr

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.