Rain, starting

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

IWGD

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

its good

plato

is this you as well

no like which do people call me

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

lol


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. 

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currently

sorry i am texting like a slav

no i haven't really read anything

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