Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

Style

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i really havent

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

in a post. I want to be remembered

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

you cannot feed someone truth

plato

what do you think my name is

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation