Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
have you read
like first name
i really havent
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
abrar?
was it worth it
and the fake qualifier
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
which magnetises chains of pins
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
no longer writing in the third person
i dont understand magnetisation
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
you cannot feed someone truth
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
isaac
its good short few pages
so at the end
plato
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"