you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
"Put a blanket."
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
but really the thing should be autonomous
in a post. I want to be remembered