I used to be excited by the world itself
the world in general
the world entire
Now I’m excited
by nothing
all
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Notes:
1. Written on August 21st, 2026
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The Imp
He sits on a rock in the middle of the river, passing judgement on everyone who crosses. I shouldn’t care what he thinks of me. But I care so much I can’t sleep at night, wondering, worrying, wishing that he liked me more.
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Notes:
1. Written on 21st August, 2026
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any possible [insert whatever the name of a bluesky post is here]
“This is a totally pointless thing I made that generates unique entirely random bluesky posts made from the 26 letters of the roman alphabet with a capital letter at the start and a full stop at the end to make it look like a proper sentence of gibberish that completely fills up the bluesky post box.”
(obviously even more pointless for anyone who doesn’t have a bluesky account, or does have one and doesn’t want to fill it up with unreadable shite, but I do, and I do, so for me it’s the perfect tool)
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Notes:
1. I made this on AUgust 18th, 2026
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“Whoever invented quiche is an idiot,” Claire announced. She wasn’t even eating quiche. She was just thinking about it.
“Quiche wasn’t invented,” Daniel said. He wasn’t thinking about quiche at all. He was too busy eating it. “It was discovered.”
“By an idiot,” Claire said, still thinking about quiche. And suddenly also celery. “Whoever invented celery is an idiot.”
“Celery wasn’t invented,” Tina said. She was both thinking and not thinking about celery at the same time. Also she was drinking a cup of tea because she’d already eaten all the celery she could eat and it’d made her feel a bit ill. “It was grown.”
“By an idiot,” Claire said, thinking about quiche and celery now. And suddenly also ravioli. “Whoever invented ravioli is an idiot.”
“Ravioli wasn’t invented,” Ethel said. She was both thinking about and eating ravioli. “It was born.”
“It was not!” said Claire. But now she would never stop thinking about ravioli ever again. Ravioli, and where, where it came from.
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Notes:
1. Written on August 10th, 2026
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There was a cloud out to sea, raining.
Was it a mirage, a ghost, a premonition? Whatever it was, everyone in the town looked at it wistfully and begged it to come closer.
But it did not.
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Notes:
1. Written in August 2026
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