a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

your feed looks like my tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so at the end

its good

what do you mean

idk

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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?

lol

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.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

I Write Goodbye Letter

its good short few pages

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good