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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.

13, H, grate

Better Lift

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse 

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

really i want the internet

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."