no longer writing in the third person


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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Worse Lift

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

magnetisation/form

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

IWGD

Picture

so at the end

Lift Analysis

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying


brb i will read and reply sincerely

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

you cannot feed someone truth