Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

13, H, grate

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

no longer writing in the third person

yes


the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

and the fake qualifier

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

bro i read nothing in my life

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

it is hopeful


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

what do you mean

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

It Will Get Lighter

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?

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

this will be about a slug

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17