Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

and the fake qualifier

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.


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. 

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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

yes

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

the site i am dreaming

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

bro i read nothing in my life

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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send link

not so on: yvf(wthw)

was it worth it

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kind of mythopoesis

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you