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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

this will be about a slug

Rain, starting

send link

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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

Style

autonomy of learning

no like which do people call me

December 2025