There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
in a post. I want to be remembered
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
we can only engage in such a way
much more tactility
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
and the fake qualifier
the site i am dreaming
your feed looks like my tumblr
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
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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stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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