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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.


"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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?

was it worth it

wait what is that

"Put a blanket."

i really havent

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

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

was it worth it

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

magnetises a pin

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class