We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
kind of mythopoesis
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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
But seriously, thank you, Jack