stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

hiding from the rain

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Rain, starting

Picture

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

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

Style

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

"Put a blanket."

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I am below everything.

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 is hopeful