After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Style

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

IWGD

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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.

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.