And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
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?
"Put a blanket."
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
but really the thing should be autonomous
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
like first name
abrar?
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
it is hopeful
yeah
fw
propensity within someone
its good short few pages
thank you
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.