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.

Slug

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

December 2025

hello reader,

no i haven't really read anything

2 (actually index). two is company

so at the end

propensity within someone

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good short few pages

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

ion

its performative

I Write Goodbye Letter

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

its good