Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

as in

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.


i love it here

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

its good


propensity within someone

what do you think my name is

its good short few pages

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

what do you mean

its performative

is this you as well

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

yeah

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i really havent

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

plato

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Style

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?

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.