I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thank you, Jack

yes

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.

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

hiding from the rain

i am quite illiterate on producing technology


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

i really havent

no i haven't really read anything

bro i read nothing in my life

i dont understand magnetisation

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