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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I am below everything.

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Rain, starting

its good

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

whats your name?

Lift Analysis

and the fake qualifier

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

December 2025

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

yeah