with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Better Lift

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

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.

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?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I am below everything.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Rain, starting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

feel you

so the method has to be autonomous

plato

Worse Lift

as in

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its performative

plato

god being the centre magnet