Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Thank you, Jack

It Will Get Lighter

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?

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Style

Better Lift

abrar?

i understand

its good

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

whats your name?

in a post. I want to be remembered

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

sorry i am texting like a slav

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

what do you mean

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

as in

like magnets