It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.hello reader,
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
idk
so at the end
i dont understand magnetisation
no i haven't really read anything
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
no longer writing in the third person
isaac
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?
was it worth it
plato