and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

really i want the internet


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.

It Will Get Lighter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Thank you, Jack

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i want to do that too

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i dont understand magnetisation