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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

Better Lift

Worse Lift

yes

13, H, grate

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

no longer writing in the third person


somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

division of reality is straying away from it

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

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