so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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. 

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Style

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

it is hopeful

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

was it worth it

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

no like which do people call me

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03