Today I felt like starting
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
brb i will read and reply sincerely
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
its good short few pages
all that is to say
i have read not even 1 book
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i was tempted to lie about my name
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
sorry i am texting like a slav
its good
you cannot feed someone truth
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
wait what is that
December 2025
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"