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.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"No, it'll get cold!" "Put a tut ahh put a-"

kind of mythopoesis

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

you cannot feed someone truth

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Worse Lift

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

propensity within someone

as in

magnetises a pin