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.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
really i want the internet
no longer writing in the third person
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 21:54:03
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
brb i will read and reply sincerely
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