The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
its performative
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i dont understand magnetisation
magnetisation/form
so at the end
like magnets
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
it is hopeful
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
that looks like my instagram account
propensity within someone
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.