Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

no longer writing in the third person

but i respect your search

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

so at the end

Better Lift

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as in

like first name

i really havent

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

ion

not their contents

plato

abrar?

"Put a blanket."

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models