i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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I am below everything.
Today I felt like starting
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