Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Better Lift


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.


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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

send your tumblr

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

much more tactility

sorry i am texting like a slav

yeah

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

plato

magnetises a pin

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

propensity within someone

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

13, H, grate

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