Worse Lift

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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."

Picture

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

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


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Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

yeah

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away