The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
idk
not their contents
its performative
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.as in
not so on: yvf(wthw)
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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.yeah
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.and the fake qualifier
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
what do you mean