Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
kind of mythopoesis
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Can I see
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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?
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."Put a blanket."
in a post. I want to be remembered
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
you have a beautiful account btw
its performative
i am quite illiterate on producing technology