you cannot feed someone truth

isaac

bro i read nothing in my life

abrar?

its good

send your tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

was it worth it

feel you

fw

Worse Lift

as in

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

whats your name?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Better Lift

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.

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

yeah

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Rain, starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged