barren land

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

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

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Better Lift

"Put a blanket."

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

really i want the internet

1

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.

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

abrar?