you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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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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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth

hiding from the rain

lol yea

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

and the fake qualifier

propensity within someone

or never left

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

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

whats your name?

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i was tempted to lie about my name

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yeah