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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i see a website

kind of mythopoesis

currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

hiding from the rain

Style

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

send your tumblr

as in

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.

its performative

Rain, starting

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so the method has to be autonomous

not their contents

propensity within someone

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

magnetises a pin

god being the centre magnet

isaac

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

which magnetises chains of pins