Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
bro i read nothing in my life
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
I am below everything.
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."I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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.
i love it here
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
in a post. I want to be remembered
division of reality is straying away from it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
what do you think my name is