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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

IWGD

kind of mythopoesis

Better Lift

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

no longer writing in the third person

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not their contents

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)