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.

its good

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

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

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

yeah

isaac

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

we can only engage in such a way

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

currently

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away