sorry i am texting like a slav

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

currently

Today I felt like starting

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

as in

barren land

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

...

Lift Analysis

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

"Put a blanket."

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

no longer writing in the third person

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

you cannot feed someone truth

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13