but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
"Put a blanket."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
I am below everything.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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?
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
the site i am dreaming
not so on: yvf(wthw)
and the fake qualifier
so an active mazelike process
feel you
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i really havent
no i haven't really read anything