a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Better Lift

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.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

IWGD

hiding from the rain

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

Rain, starting

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

really i want the internet

i see a website

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.

It Will Get Lighter

isaac

Style

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

autonomy of learning

abrar?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

plato

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet