propensity within someone
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
Today I felt like starting
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
you cannot feed someone truth
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
fw
barren land
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
lol
is this you as well
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
I am below everything.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i want to do that too
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
currently
hiding from the rain
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
sorry i am texting like a slav
ahnaf abrar