The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Today I felt like starting
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
hiding from the rain
like magnets
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
all that is to say
plato
ahnaf abrar
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i want to do that too
what do you think my name is
ion
is this you as well
idk
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
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