"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
so an active mazelike process
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Lift Analysis
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
it is hopeful
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
kind of mythopoesis
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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