Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It
bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
really i want the internet
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
13, H, grate
Style
but i respect your search
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Picture
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
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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying
to figure it out.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider
this the founding document of iw.gl
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