Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i want to do that too

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

It Will Get Lighter

isaac

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

and the fake qualifier

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which magnetises chains of pins

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i have read not even 1 book

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

lol yea

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

thank you

magnetises a pin

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

what do you think my name is

your feed looks like my tumblr

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.

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

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.

so at the end

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

we need to be deconstructing our identities

barren land

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.