One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
barren land
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
no longer writing in the third person
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i dont understand magnetisation
i really havent
in a post. I want to be remembered
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting