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 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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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IWGD

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

hiding from the rain

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we can only engage in such a way

Thank you, Jack

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

It Will Get Lighter

not their contents

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting