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.


Rain, starting

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

like first name

its good

isaac

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

lol yea

It Will Get Lighter

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.



was it worth it

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

like magnets

it is hopeful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

lol

yeah

bro i read nothing in my life

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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.