what do you think my name is

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

wait what is that

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

magnetises a pin

your feed looks like my tumblr

yeah

Lift Analysis

i was tempted to lie about my name

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

hello reader,

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

barren land

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