Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

Better Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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.

"Put a blanket."

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

really i want the internet

Picture

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

in a post. I want to be remembered