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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

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

I am below everything.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Better Lift

IWGD

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.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

not their contents

division of reality is straying away from it

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

you have a beautiful account btw

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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