Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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?
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Today I felt like starting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
have you read
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
and the fake qualifier
thank you
"Put a blanket."
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
hiding from the rain
was it worth it
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
plato