I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless? 

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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yes

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

hiding from the rain

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

so at the end

"Put a blanket."

all that is to say

i have read not even 1 book