Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

1

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

Style

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

kind of mythopoesis

13, H, grate

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

barren land

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

and the fake qualifier

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class