Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

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the site i am dreaming

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

currently

bro i read nothing in my life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

hello reader,

Slug

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Worse Lift

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging