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.

we can only engage in such a way

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

Better Lift

really i want the internet

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Better Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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

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