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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
it is hopeful
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
currently
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Can I see
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
have you read
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."