you cannot feed someone truth

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

it is hopeful

Picture

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.

Worse Lift

IWGD

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

have you read

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

no longer writing in the third person

Lift Analysis