Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
was it worth it
its good
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
lol yea
abrar?
it is hopeful
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
in a post. I want to be remembered
idk
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
lol
that looks like my instagram account
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59