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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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
wait what is that
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 am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
"Put a blanket."
bro i read nothing in my life
sorry i am texting like a slav
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
no like which do people call me
ahnaf abrar
magnetises a pin
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
we need to be deconstructing our identities
god being the centre magnet
division of reality is straying away from it
like first name
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
kind of mythopoesis