Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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.

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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


i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i see a website

really i want the internet

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

like magnets

the site i am dreaming

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

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

Better Lift

ion

13, H, grate

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

you have a beautiful account btw

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged