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13, H, grate

Style

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.

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

is this you as well

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

isaac newton

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

isaac

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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

idk

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

whats your name?