a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Can I see

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Picture

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Thank you, Jack

i see a website

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

13, H, grate

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

in a post. I want to be remembered

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

kind of mythopoesis

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."