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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

that looks like my instagram account

no longer writing in the third person

Today I felt like starting

i really havent

IWGD

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
"Put a blanket."

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

send link

i dont understand magnetisation

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isaac newton
this will be about a slug