Rain, starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

it is hopeful

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.

Today I felt like starting

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

much more tactility

propensity within someone

is everyoneback on tumblr now

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so at the end

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

barren land

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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.