and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

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.

Worse Lift

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

"Put a blanket."

it is hopeful

currently

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

so an active mazelike process

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

It Will Get Lighter

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-" 
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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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.