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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 have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

that looks like my instagram account

its performative

lol

sorry i am texting like a slav

lol yea

like magnets

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

what do you think my name is

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

its good

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.