I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
no longer writing in the third person
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
sorry i am texting like a slav
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
was it worth it
and the fake qualifier
no i haven't really read anything
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
abrar?
its good