you cannot feed someone truth

Style

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49


Better Lift


After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Today I felt like starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50


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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.


It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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