My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
as in
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.really i want the internet
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.