its good
...
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.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
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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
and the fake qualifier
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
the site i am dreaming
not so on: yvf(wthw)
was it worth it
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
we can only engage in such a way