somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

currently


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Better Lift

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

One of the birds shoots out of the tree. 

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it is hopeful

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

lol yea

what do you mean

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ahnaf abrar

ion

Today I felt like starting

hiding from the rain

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch