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Worse Lift

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

ahnaf abrar

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

feel you

the site i am dreaming

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barren land

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

yeah

i was tempted to lie about my name

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we need to be deconstructing our identities

its good

is this you as well

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

its performative

which magnetises chains of pins

lol yea

as in