Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

you cannot feed someone truth

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

really i want the internet

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Better Lift

so an active mazelike process

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Style

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

we can only engage in such a way

as in