god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
like first name
...
i really havent
no like which do people call me
plato
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
and the fake qualifier
and the fake qualifier
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
"Put a blanket."
sorry i am texting like a slav
I am below everything.