like first name

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Thank you, Jack

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

Can I see

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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

13, H, grate

kind of mythopoesis

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

"Put a blanket."