I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

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?

It's

dusk

in a post. I want to be remembered

Style

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

it is hopeful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

was it worth it

plato

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

all that is to say

its performative

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no like which do people call me

magnetisation/form

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

so the method has to be autonomous

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

your feed looks like my tumblr

its good