It Will Get Lighter

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

hello reader,

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

It Will Get Lighter

you have a beautiful account btw

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

this will be about a slug

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

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?

and the fake qualifier

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i really havent

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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