the site i am dreaming

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

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no longer writing in the third person

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

2 (actually index). two is company

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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wait what is that


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

bro i read nothing in my life