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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Better Lift
Today I felt like starting
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
hiding from the rain
"Put a blanket."
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever