idk

in a post. I want to be remembered

and the fake qualifier

send link

this will be about a slug

I am below everything.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

what do you mean

...

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24