After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
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thank you
your feed looks like my tumblr
god being the centre magnet
its good short few pages
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
its good
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i want to do that too
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
yeah
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
have you read
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
or never left
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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 have read not even 1 book
i love it here