Slug

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

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.

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

yes

kind of mythopoesis

Thank you, Jack

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Worse Lift

I am below everything.

like magnets

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

lol yea

your feed looks like my tumblr

and the fake qualifier

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

plato

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

sorry i am texting like a slav