Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
It Will Get Lighter
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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.
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.
Slug
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with
it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry
class
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?
this will be about a slug
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.
