We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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.


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It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

so at the end

abrar?

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

the site i am dreaming

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Slug

as in

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

plato

is this you as well

propensity within someone

ion