sorry i am texting like a slav

its good

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

what do you mean

i want to do that too

its good short few pages

i was tempted to lie about my name

ahnaf abrar

isaac

really i want the internet

i dont understand magnetisation

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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.

no longer writing in the third person

Rain, 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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

like magnets

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.


send link

yeah

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no like which do people call me

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

and the fake qualifier