But seriously, thank you, Jack
no i haven't really read anything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
propensity within someone
not their contents
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.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i have read not even 1 book
sorry i am texting like a slav
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
its good short few pages
barren land
division of reality is straying away from it
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thank you, Jack
and the fake qualifier
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."