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.
I am below everything.
plato
no like which do people call me
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
what do you think my name is
what do you mean
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
yeah
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?
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
so an active mazelike process
its performative
send your tumblr
whats your name?
like magnets
god being the centre magnet
fw
and the fake qualifier