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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
is this you as well
Thank you, Jack
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
sorry i am texting like a slav
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
what do you mean
its good short few pages
have you read
abrar?
ahnaf abrar
much more tactility
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.