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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Style

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your feed looks like my tumblr

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

bro i read nothing in my life

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

which magnetises chains of pins

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

whats your name?

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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.

Today I felt like starting

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