that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
but i respect your search
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
kind of mythopoesis
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
really i want the internet
currently
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you