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plato

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

It Will Get Lighter

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

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.

13, H, grate

hiding from the rain

It Will Get Lighter

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

1

Picture

no longer writing in the third person

I Write Goodbye Letter

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i have read not even 1 book

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i really havent

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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