no like which do people call me

it is hopeful

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

really i want the internet


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Rain, starting


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

lol yea

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

barren land

and the fake qualifier

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

Picture

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

plato

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

all that is to say

I am below everything.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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?