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

I am below everything.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Better Lift

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Rain, starting

thank you

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

wait what is that

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

i want to do that too

IWGD

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