Picture

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.

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

abrar?

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

its performative

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

so an active mazelike process

have you read

propensity within someone

i understand

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

isaac

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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