One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
lol yea
ion
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its good short few pages
what do you mean
whats your name?