The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

It Will Get Lighter

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.


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i was tempted to lie about my name

send link

Style

i want to do that too

magnetises a pin

its good

yeah

i dont understand magnetisation

currently

abrar?

plato

idk

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

barren land

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

or never left

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?