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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

so at the end

Thank you, Jack

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?

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

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to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

hiding from the rain

much more tactility

it is hopeful

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

...

yeah

i understand

bro i read nothing in my life

so the method has to be autonomous

all that is to say

i have read not even 1 book

thank you

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good short few pages

IWGD

and the fake qualifier

2 (actually index). two is company

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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