Thank you, Jack

you have a beautiful account btw

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Worse Lift

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

Rain, starting

Today I felt like starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

your feed looks like my tumblr

i really havent

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

isaac

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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