Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

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?

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


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.

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.

like first name

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

what do you think my name is

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

Today I felt like starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

much more tactility

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

"Put a blanket."

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

so an active mazelike process

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

fw

your feed looks like my tumblr

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.