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i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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.

Worse Lift

Rain, starting


way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

it is hopeful

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

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.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

Today I felt like starting

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

2 (actually index). two is company

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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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.


Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.