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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Picture

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.

no longer writing in the third person

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Better Lift

It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

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13, H, grate