Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Picture

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

Better Lift

It's

dusk

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

really i want the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

have you read

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

isaac newton

thank you

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

feel you

which magnetises chains of pins

magnetisation/form