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

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

13, H, grate

Rain, starting

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.

Style

Picture

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

division of reality is straying away from it

in a post. I want to be remembered

much more tactility

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

send your tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

2 (actually index). two is company

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46