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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Better Lift

but really the thing should be autonomous


I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.



"Put a blanket."

in a post. I want to be remembered