god being the centre magnet
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
no longer writing in the third person
in a post. I want to be remembered
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
bro i read nothing in my life
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
its good
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
lol yea
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
your feed looks like my tumblr
its performative
like first name
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
kind of mythopoesis
lol
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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.