Today I felt like starting
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
wait what is that
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.
you cannot feed someone truth
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
no like which do people call me
what do you think my name is
i really havent
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i really havent