and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

but really the thing should be autonomous

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Better Lift

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i was tempted to lie about my name

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

what do you think my name is

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

It Will Get Lighter

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

its good

or never left

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i want to do that too

no like which do people call me

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

that looks like my instagram account

fw

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

bro i read nothing in my life

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

was it worth it

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

and the fake qualifier

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.