I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It Will Get Lighter

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

in a post. I want to be remembered

ion

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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

and the fake qualifier

magnetisation/form

so an active mazelike process

like magnets

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people