I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The
lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these
people.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate,
but I can't
really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
,
I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
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Rain, starting
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