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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class


and the fake qualifier

send link

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it


not so on: yvf(wthw)

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

wait what is that

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

It Will Get Lighter

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

as in

this will be about a slug