Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

hiding from the rain

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

Today I felt like starting

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

barren land

I am below everything.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i love it here

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

your feed looks like my tumblr

Rain, starting

yeah

that looks like my instagram account

Better Lift

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

god being the centre magnet

plato

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

idk

have you read

sorry i am texting like a slav

yeah