"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

Better Lift

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?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

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

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

or never left

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.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

god being the centre magnet