I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

It Will Get Lighter

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

its performative

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

hiding from the rain

Rain, starting

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

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

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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part of an old note. It will get lighter.