sorry i am texting like a slav
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
thank you
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
we need to be deconstructing our identities
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
like magnets
like first name
god being the centre magnet
and the fake qualifier
i really havent
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
so the method has to be autonomous
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
isaac
so an active mazelike process
that looks like my instagram account
we can only engage in such a way
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
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?
i love it here
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class