After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

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

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

and the fake qualifier

idk

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i have read not even 1 book

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

ion

its good

as in

have you read

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

sorry i am texting like a slav

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

propensity within someone