bro i read nothing in my life

Today I felt like starting

magnetisation/form

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Style

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

really i want the internet

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I am below everything.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.