we can only engage in such a way
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Today I felt like starting
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
isaac
fw
ahnaf abrar
its performative
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
as in
like first name