and the fake qualifier

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

13, H, grate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i really havent

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.

1

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

autonomy of learning

magnetisation/form

but i respect your search

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

was it worth it

...

bro i read nothing in my life

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

this will be about a slug

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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

magnetises a pin

we need to be deconstructing our identities

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class