isaac
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
it is hopeful
I am below everything.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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.
its good
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
lol
much more tactility
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i dont understand magnetisation
your feed looks like my tumblr
so an active mazelike process
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
or never left
sorry i am texting like a slav
not their contents