so the method has to be autonomous

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

thank you

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

"Put a blanket."

really i want the internet

Thank you, Jack

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.

or never left

i see a website

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was it worth it

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me