Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no longer writing in the third person
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Rain, starting
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
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about...
whatever
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
