your feed looks like my tumblr
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
hello reader,
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
really i want the internet
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
but i respect your search
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
as in
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 sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
its performative
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me