no longer writing in the third person

this will be about a slug

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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. 

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Better Lift

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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IWGD

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