Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
hiding from the rain
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
but really the thing should be autonomous
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
brb i will read and reply sincerely
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.