"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

and the fake qualifier

you cannot feed someone truth

1

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

It's

dusk