a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Slug

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

I am below everything.

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magnetisation/form

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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

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

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

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

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

and the fake qualifier

feel you

i was tempted to lie about my name

really i want the internet

no like which do people call me

like first name

what do you think my name is

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it