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

in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

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

currently

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

we can only engage in such a way

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.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

wait what is that

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Slug

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

this will be about a slug

IWGD

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

13, H, grate

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

god being the centre magnet

so the method has to be autonomous