yeah
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
much more tactility
yeah
plato
hiding from the rain
have you read
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.
i was tempted to lie about my name
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
so an active mazelike process
Better Lift
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
and the fake qualifier
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
like first name
what do you think my name is
no i haven't really read anything