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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
...
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.yes
not so on: yvf(wthw)
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.December 2025
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
the site i am dreaming
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"