which magnetises chains of pins

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Worse Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

really i want the internet

I am below everything.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

Thank you, Jack

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