There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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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.

hiding from the rain

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?

I am below everything.

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

no longer writing in the third person

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.

Can I see

but i respect your search

currently

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT


i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."