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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

It Will Get Lighter

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

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

"Put a blanket."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?