I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Today I felt like starting
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
idk
its good
much more tactility
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.god being the centre magnet
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
so an active mazelike process
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
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?
like magnets