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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"Put a blanket."

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.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

Worse Lift

send your tumblr

what do you mean

bro i read nothing in my life

its good short few pages

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

currently

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

what do you think my name is

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

i dont understand magnetisation