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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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really." 
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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

"Put a blanket."

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

yes

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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 08:27:13

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08