i have read not even 1 book

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

not so on: yvf(wthw)

all that is to say

or never left

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

no i haven't really read anything

which magnetises chains of pins

barren land

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.

ion

I Write Goodbye Letter

i understand

idk

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

its good

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

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

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Worse Lift

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