Today I felt like starting

"Put a blanket."

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

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i see a website

so at the end

division of reality is straying away from it

but i respect your search

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

you have a beautiful account btw

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

much more tactility

Better Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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.

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?

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt