One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

which magnetises chains of pins

sorry i am texting like a slav

no i haven't really read anything

i understand

isaac newton

Thank you, Jack


wait what is that

kind of mythopoesis


division of reality is straying away from it

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i dont understand magnetisation

god being the centre magnet

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

isaac