a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

13, H, grate

Rain, starting

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

abrar?

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

ion

what do you think my name is

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

isaac newton

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

lol yea

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

its good

"Put a blanket."

and the fake qualifier