Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.

Style

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

feel you

its good

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i really havent

we can only engage in such a way

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

bro i read nothing in my life

send link

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it


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