There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific....
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
idk
barren land
and the fake qualifier
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
December 2025
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
like first name
Better Lift
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.so an active mazelike process
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
we need to be deconstructing our identities
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
and the fake qualifier
isaac newton
...