really i want the internet

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

Better Lift

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

It's

dusk

not so on: yvf(wthw)

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

lol

"Put a blanket."

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

currently

I am below everything.

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Rain, starting

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.