no longer writing in the third person
it is hopeful
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
not so on: yvf(wthw)
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i have read not even 1 book
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
much more tactility
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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?
ahnaf abrar
so at the end
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
barren land
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
as in