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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
that looks like my instagram account
in a post. I want to be remembered
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
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no longer writing in the third person
brb i will read and reply sincerely
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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