hiding from the rain

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.




no longer writing in the third person

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?

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

and the fake qualifier

what do you think my name is

kind of mythopoesis

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i want to do that too

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i have read not even 1 book

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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