lol

i love it here

much more tactility

barren land

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

idk

your feed looks like my tumblr

have you read

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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the site i am dreaming

so the method has to be autonomous

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

no like which do people call me

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we need to be deconstructing our identities