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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Rain, starting

13, H, grate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree. 

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

Thank you, Jack

"Put a blanket."

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

like first name

idk

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i love it here

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.

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

what do you mean