Slug

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.

1

no longer writing in the third person

Picture

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

I am below everything.

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

you have a beautiful account btw

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.

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

Better Lift

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

kind of mythopoesis

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

not so on: yvf(wthw)

...

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

2 (actually index). two is company

hello reader,

December 2025

this will be about a slug