part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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It Will Get Lighter

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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

in a post. I want to be remembered

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

I am below everything.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"