Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

...

that looks like my instagram account

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

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.

is this you as well

magnetises a pin

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

ion

i was tempted to lie about my name

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

no i haven't really read anything

its good

feel you

ahnaf abrar

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

so at the end