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i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at
websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to
browse
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator
consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life
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.
