isaac newton

all that is to say

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

we can only engage in such a way

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

so at the end

Worse Lift

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?

god being the centre magnet

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

what do you mean

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

I Write Goodbye Letter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

"Put a blanket."

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

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