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

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.

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?

i really havent

Rain, starting

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

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

and the fake qualifier

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

or never left

Slug

was it worth it

no i haven't really read anything

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so at the end

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

like magnets

really i want the internet

Lift Analysis

Better Lift

i love it here

lol