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

Better Lift

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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

currently

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

IWGD

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

plato

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

and the fake qualifier

it is hopeful

really i want the internet

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

god being the centre magnet

i love it here

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

its good

i was tempted to lie about my name

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08