IWGD

Lift Analysis


2 (actually index). two is company

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I Write Goodbye Letter


you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
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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 am below everything.

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

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.

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i really havent

and the fake qualifier


send link

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i want to do that too

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?