This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.


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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Thank you, Jack

no longer writing in the third person

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Worse Lift

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?


He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

isaac

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak



mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

which magnetises chains of pins

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

division of reality is straying away from it

send your tumblr

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

like first name