like magnets

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Style

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.

currently

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

propensity within someone

no like which do people call me

its good

its good short few pages

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

no longer writing in the third person

13, H, grate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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.