I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i understand

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i love it here

isaac

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people