i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

13, H, grate

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

kind of mythopoesis

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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.

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

but i respect your search

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

hiding from the rain

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03