Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

and the fake qualifier

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I Write Goodbye Letter

Rain, starting

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

propensity within someone

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

was it worth it

you cannot feed someone truth

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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.

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

hiding from the rain

13, H, grate

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