I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

its performative

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Style

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

as in

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Lift Analysis

you cannot feed someone truth

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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