a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.no i haven't really read anything
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
I am below everything.
magnetises a pin
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
thank you
not their contents
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
which magnetises chains of pins
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
sorry i am texting like a slav
whats your name?
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
plato
you have a beautiful account btw
"Put a blanket."
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
its good short few pages
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
yeah
like magnets
isaac
or never left