a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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.

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

but i respect your search

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

kind of mythopoesis

Thank you, Jack

no longer writing in the third person

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

is everyoneback on tumblr now

like first name

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

is this you as well

Better Lift

yeah

isaac newton

i was tempted to lie about my name