it is hopeful

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

13, H, grate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

currently

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i dont understand magnetisation

and the fake qualifier

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okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

i really havent