way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
wait what is that
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
...
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.
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.
December 2025
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
I am below everything.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
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what do you mean
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me