the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

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.

hiding from the rain

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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hello reader,

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the site i am dreaming

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

...

but really the thing should be autonomous

bro i read nothing in my life

was it worth it

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it