My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
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 did until you asked which kind of gave it away
magnetises a pin
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
wait what is that
that looks like my instagram account
your feed looks like my tumblr
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i love it here
no like which do people call me
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
barren land
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.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i see a website
was it worth it
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
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
December 2025
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
what do you mean