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.

I am below everything.

Worse Lift

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i see a website

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thank you, Jack

really i want the internet

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

send your tumblr

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

i have read not even 1 book

this will be about a slug
is everyoneback on tumblr now

barren land