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

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

kind of mythopoesis

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Style

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?

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