you have a beautiful account btw
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
like first name
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
yeah
its performative
...
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.
send link
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Thank you, Jack
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.