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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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. 

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Rain, starting

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

I am below everything.

"Put a blanket."

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

IWGD

it is hopeful

but really the thing should be autonomous

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Can I see

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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