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. 

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It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

whats your name?

isaac

have you read

like magnets

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.

kind of mythopoesis

its good

isaac newton

Better Lift

i understand

its good short few pages

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

idk

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

all that is to say

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time