The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Better Lift
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
no longer writing in the third person
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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