Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

...

I am below everything.

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

was it worth it

ahnaf abrar

is this you as well

fw

abrar?

"Put a blanket."

...

autonomy of learning

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

bro i read nothing in my life

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

i really havent

hello reader,

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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.

idk

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities