Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

1

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

as in

and the fake qualifier

we need to be deconstructing our identities

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Rain, starting

its good

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

currently

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i was tempted to lie about my name

which magnetises chains of pins

i love it here

in a post. I want to be remembered

i want to do that too

Picture

propensity within someone

sorry i am texting like a slav

not their contents

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

no like which do people call me

is this you as well

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book