The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
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.
"Put a blanket."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I am below everything.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
it is hopeful
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Today I felt like starting
magnetises a pin
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