After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

and the fake qualifier

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49


no longer writing in the third person

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Rain, starting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.


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

it is hopeful

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

yes

It Will Get Lighter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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Better Lift


13, H, grate

but really the thing should be autonomous

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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.