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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.