Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

it is hopeful

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

IWGD

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

Rain, starting

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.

Picture

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41