like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

bro i read nothing in my life

it is hopeful

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Worse Lift

Lift Analysis

and the fake qualifier

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

hiding from the rain

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.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

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

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

December 2025

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.