a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.bro i read nothing in my life
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
division of reality is straying away from it
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Lift Analysis
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
all that is to say
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
so at the end
no longer writing in the third person