there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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?
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about...
whatever
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
13, H, grate
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
