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.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

bro i read nothing in my life

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.


It Will Get Lighter

Lift Analysis

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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"Put a blanket."

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.


so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Lift Analysis

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Slug

wait what is that

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

and the fake qualifier

this will be about a slug

I Write Goodbye Letter