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.

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.

It Will Get Lighter

IWGD

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Today I felt like starting

really i want the internet

in a post. I want to be remembered

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

and the fake qualifier

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Worse Lift

...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

...

Lift Analysis

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Thank you, Jack