After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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
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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Can I see
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Put a blanket."
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
brb i will read and reply sincerely
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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