this will be about a slug
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Lift Analysis

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


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

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

plato

so at the end

idk

its performative

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

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

i dont understand magnetisation

isaac newton

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

no longer writing in the third person

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

as in

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

plato

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

isaac