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.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i have read not even 1 book

ion

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

yeah

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

much more tactility

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

isaac

fw

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

as in

Today I felt like starting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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