i understand
its good
its good short few pages
yeah
like magnets
you have a beautiful account btw
brb i will read and reply sincerely
which magnetises chains of pins
i love it here
is this you as well
sorry i am texting like a slav
not their contents
i have read not even 1 book
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
all that is to say
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
lol yea
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
have you read
whats your name?
yes
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.