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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

that looks like my instagram account

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

IWGD

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Rain, starting

god being the centre magnet

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

you cannot feed someone truth

Better Lift

ion

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

lol

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

lol yea

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