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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Can I see

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Lift Analysis

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no i haven't really read anything

what do you mean

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

what do you think my name is

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."