with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

bro i read nothing in my life

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

kind of mythopoesis

brb i will read and reply sincerely

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Picture

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its performative

ion

magnetisation/form

what do you think my name is

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

its good

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

plato

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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