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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Worse Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Rain, starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

13, H, grate

whats your name?

...

send your tumblr

Can I see

isaac newton

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

propensity within someone