Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

its good

whats your name?

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

its good short few pages

your feed looks like my tumblr

Picture

Today I felt like starting

i was tempted to lie about my name

so the method has to be autonomous

like first name

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

was it worth it

wait what is that

was it worth it

plato

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