you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

sorry i am texting like a slav

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

lol yea

yeah

have you read

i dont understand magnetisation

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

like magnets

fw

its good short few pages

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

thank you

Rain, starting

plato

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.

was it worth it

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Better Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

ahnaf abrar