a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no longer writing in the third person

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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

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?

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then