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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
currently
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
autonomy of learning
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i was tempted to lie about my name
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
barren land
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i want to do that too
isaac
fw
and the fake qualifier
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
its performative
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.