"Put a blanket."

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.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Better Lift

and the fake qualifier

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

barren land

like first name

ion

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

i really havent

i dont understand magnetisation

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IWGD

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i really havent

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13