Thank you, Jack

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


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.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.