Rain, starting

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

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Picture

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

the site i am dreaming

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

and the fake qualifier

Better Lift

was it worth it

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

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.

Thank you, Jack