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Style

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

kind of mythopoesis

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.

Picture

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Today I felt like starting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

yes

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

1

lol

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

1

. way too specific.

I Write Goodbye Letter

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.