Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

IWGD

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

currently

sorry i am texting like a slav

like first name

barren land

ion

all that is to say

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

fw

i have read not even 1 book

Picture

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

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

no like which do people call me

yeah