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.
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?
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no longer writing in the third person
so at the end
kind of mythopoesis
Better Lift
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
really i want the internet
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
we can only engage in such a way
but i respect your search
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Can I see
no like which do people call me