lol

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

but i respect your search

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.

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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