god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

It Will Get Lighter


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

god being the centre magnet

what do you think my name is

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barren land

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

lol

It Will Get Lighter

its good short few pages

plato

Pimlico Rats

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️


I am below everything.

Lift Analysis

2 (actually index). two is company

no longer writing in the third person

it is hopeful

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.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

I Write Goodbye Letter


Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

"Put a blanket."

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49