One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Put a blanket."
much more tactility
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
as in
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
lol yea
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
and the fake qualifier
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Today I felt like starting
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
i really havent
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
hello reader,
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!