I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

but really the thing should be autonomous

no longer writing in the third person

Style

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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.

Better Lift

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

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

the site i am dreaming

Picture

and the fake qualifier

idk

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

that looks like my instagram account

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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

we need to be deconstructing our identities

like magnets

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I am below everything.

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