I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

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

I am below everything.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

feel you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i understand

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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

no like which do people call me

idk

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

so the method has to be autonomous

as in

its performative

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.