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
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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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?
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
December 2025
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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yes
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
the site i am dreaming
and the fake qualifier
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.