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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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