we can only engage in such a way

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

"Put a blanket."

Worse Lift

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 am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

Picture

13, H, grate

hiding from the rain

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kind of mythopoesis

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

2 (actually index). two is company

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

really i want the internet