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.

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

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

Today I felt like starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

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

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Rain, starting

idk

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

so at the end

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

you have a beautiful account btw

barren land