They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

hiding from the rain

Today I felt like starting

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FOUNDING DOCUMENT

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

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

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs 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.

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

and the fake qualifier