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.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
in a post. I want to be remembered
currently
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
was it worth it