its good
not their contents
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
yeah
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.was it worth it
that looks like my instagram account
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i really havent
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
or never left
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.