Worse Lift

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos


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.

or never left

like magnets

it is hopeful

what do you mean

Better Lift

not their contents

sorry i am texting like a slav

have you read

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

isaac newton

plato

is this you as well

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


hiding from the rain

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

i have read not even 1 book

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

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

its good short few pages

I Write Goodbye Letter

Thank you, Jack