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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

Rain, starting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

in a post. I want to be remembered

Picture

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I am below everything.

13, H, grate

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

currently

Today I felt like starting

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?

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