Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Rain, starting
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at
websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to
browse
IWGD
really i want the internet
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Worse Lift
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
It Will Get Lighter
