And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

so the method has to be autonomous

I am below everything.

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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.

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

i want to do that too

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i really havent

which magnetises chains of pins

so an active mazelike process

Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

brb i will read and reply sincerely

you have a beautiful account btw

was it worth it

and the fake qualifier

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i understand

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.