hiding from the rain

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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


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IWGD

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

13, H, grate

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.

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