really i want the internet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i see a website
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
you have a beautiful account btw
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Thank you, Jack
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
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.