I Write Goodbye Letter

the site i am dreaming

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i really havent

wait what is that

idk

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

like magnets

bro i read nothing in my life

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

not so on: yvf(wthw)

its good short few pages

was it worth it

It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


currently

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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?

whats your name?

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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