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.

currently

really i want the internet

i have read not even 1 book

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

It Will Get Lighter

or never left

we need to be deconstructing our identities

division of reality is straying away from it

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

and the fake qualifier

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

yeah

ahnaf abrar

i want to do that too

Better Lift

feel you

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

no like which do people call me

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

lol


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