Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

Style

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.

It Will Get Lighter

its good

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

much more tactility

magnetisation/form

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

lol yea

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.