Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
i was tempted to lie about my name
barren land
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its good
yes
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
no i haven't really read anything
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Today I felt like starting
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
lol yea
have you read
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
its good short few pages
lol
i have read not even 1 book
which magnetises chains of pins
really i want the internet