propensity within someone

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

no longer writing in the third person

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

but i respect your search

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i love it here

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.

its performative

so the method has to be autonomous

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.

what do you think my name is

Can I see

i want to do that too