Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
send link
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
the site i am dreaming
lol yea
i dont understand magnetisation
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
your feed looks like my tumblr
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.so at the end
no i haven't really read anything