and the fake qualifier

I am below everything.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

"Put a blanket."

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

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.

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch