something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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 is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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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?

we can only engage in such a way

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

much more tactility

its performative

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

...

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?