They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Today I felt like starting
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
was it worth it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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Better Lift
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.