Can I see
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
hiding from the rain
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Better Lift
Today I felt like starting
in a post. I want to be remembered
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?