I am below everything.

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Style

It Will Get Lighter

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

lol yea

god being the centre magnet

fw

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

send your tumblr

December 2025

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

isaac newton

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities