you cannot feed someone truth

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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kind of mythopoesis

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Picture

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Worse Lift

Better Lift

Can I see

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."