"Put a blanket."

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

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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Style

plato

what do you think my name is

all that is to say

It Will Get Lighter

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

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no like which do people call me