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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

currently

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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?


...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

hello reader,

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

2 (actually index). two is company

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

Slug

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

It Will Get Lighter

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

not so on: yvf(wthw)