And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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

Worse Lift

"Put a blanket."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It Will Get Lighter

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

13, H, grate

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"