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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59


and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

Slug

and the fake qualifier

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within 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.

...

so the method has to be autonomous

I am below everything.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.