"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Rain, starting

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?

brb i will read and reply sincerely

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

you cannot feed someone truth

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Thank you, Jack

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

"Put a blanket."

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so at the end

13, H, grate