kind of mythopoesis

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.

Today I felt like starting

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

it is hopeful

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

Picture

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

in a post. I want to be remembered

i dont understand magnetisation

its good

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?

sorry i am texting like a slav

you have a beautiful account btw

have you read

whats your name?