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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Worse Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

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

and the fake qualifier

what do you think my name is

is this you as well

plato

bro i read nothing in my life

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

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

isaac

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

really i want the internet

no like which do people call me

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i want to do that too

i see a website

bro i read nothing in my life

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.