I Write Goodbye Letter

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

I am below everything.

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

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.

IWGD

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.

It Will Get Lighter

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

or never left

god being the centre magnet

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

idk

it is hopeful

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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hello reader,

plato

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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