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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

god being the centre magnet

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

what do you think my name is

yes

have you read

feel you

is this you as well

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Lift Analysis

its good short few pages

much more tactility

plato

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

really i want the internet

isaac newton

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying