Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.I am below everything.
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?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Today I felt like starting
it is hopeful
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Better Lift
much more tactility
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
whats your name?
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
feel you
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
we need to be deconstructing our identities
isaac newton
isaac
its good
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
"Put a blanket."
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time