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. 

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

IWGD

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It Will Get Lighter


Rain, starting

but really the thing should be autonomous

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

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?

"Put a blanket."

Thank you, Jack

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."