Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

you have a beautiful account btw

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.

IWGD

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

as in

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

It Will Get Lighter

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

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

1

. way too specific.

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.