so at the end
in a post. I want to be remembered
no longer writing in the third person
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
send your tumblr
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
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i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
division of reality is straying away from it
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
bro i read nothing in my life
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.