with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
really i want the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
yes
isaac
whats your name?
send your tumblr
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
no longer writing in the third person
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason