idk
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
in a post. I want to be remembered
and the fake qualifier
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
and the fake qualifier
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.so at the end
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
...