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.


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

IWGD

Rain, starting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Style

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

no longer writing in the third person 

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

its good

it is hopeful

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

magnetisation/form