Slug

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

"Put a blanket."

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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i really havent

no like which do people call me

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

yeah

Lift Analysis

December 2025

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

ahnaf abrar

Thank you, Jack

yes

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

which magnetises chains of pins

plato