okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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?
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
"Put a blanket."
Today I felt like starting
Better Lift
but really the thing should be autonomous
Thank you, Jack
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
currently
...
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
barren land