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.

yeah

Picture

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

as in

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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