nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

lol

Style

its performative

idk

much more tactility

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

barren land

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

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.

"Put a blanket."

as in

kind of mythopoesis

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Worse Lift

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.