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.


i see a website

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and the fake qualifier

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Style

i really havent

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

no longer writing in the third person

bro i read nothing in my life

Today I felt like starting

hello reader,

the site i am dreaming

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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