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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.One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
in a post. I want to be remembered
it is hopeful
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
your feed looks like my tumblr
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
yes