so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
and the fake qualifier
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
kind of mythopoesis
wait what is that
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Today I felt like starting
the site i am dreaming
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.