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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.

currently

in a post. I want to be remembered

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

magnetisation/form

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i was tempted to lie about my name

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

whats your name?

which magnetises chains of pins

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

much more tactility

hiding from the rain

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people