Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

IWGD

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

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. 

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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

13, H, grate

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

but really the thing should be autonomous

Style

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.