Improvisational Writing - En Mouvement

Ahead: the sameness of place. Whispering operations are dream-like. Certainty of the
and yet there is potential to get on and off at the same place. Such time passes, surely. But she is looking at Other Times and moving through timelessness. Voices swell. Define becoming that is swollen. Turn over into shrieks. They all remove and now because seats are not taken and she tosses waking in the air, you felt it coming. Remove margins: but then this is not smooth sailing, this is “thanks screw driver” and drawn-eyed explosions. Passing is cold and quiet. Obstructed gaze closes consciousness but that’s just too bad, and she wonders why there’s no, and with her. She articulates the, and that running man. There’s just too much content and goings intent are made. You may well ask her to surprise you with measure but there is a preference to be centring some kind of premium life.

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Assured by movements, hands in pockets. It’s a friendly silence now. She is sitting up
of the
She cannot see what, She cannot watch what they are doing or even fantasize that she is one of them. She decides not too move, voicing “bad faith” makes you feel guilty for even thinking she could. This is strange because she does not know what Sartre’s voice sounds like.

Probably just a handful of them:

Business First Transact account (shaped glass explained) and members (all dressed in black by chance, unpersuasively)

Stores.

Cigarette is lit, but not like a film star. Watching her scrunching tissues, balling her tight hands and you ask with a final reduction. Mattress, does this mean we are good friends? She has seen this all before. You watch from upstairs. It is warm. She gave thought to signature, deciphering the knocked up lease. Dry-cleaning. Park Drive.

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Cardboard fedora gives her the two-dimensional glad eye. Seamy drips conceal that there is apparently no exit. She walks within the room, framed. Empowering, a question of dine-in or

Does not tell her time. Only railing to a point. Any point. She would follow the guy in your green shorts. She does not see your face but your mouth is moving and behind the signs, she is expecting more, a communication and refusal.

Adult uniforms, adult bookshops, adult entry into, adult keep clear, adult tow away zone. She is situation. Internally frontal at eleven oh and seven. She counts to such even time. Superette conflict, souvenir vault. Rubbing noses focusing on optometry beneath the smoke, intervention and the generalised purpose. Very rarely did she question the ______________ waiting for the and the girls in, crossing the street, between the cars, uncarefully. Leaning over no language she apprehends the taxi rubbing up against her thigh, such battery transformations are temporary. Clearance bounces this game, Yesterday insists you hand precedent asking. She gives no answer. Noon claims lineage. You welcomed her, she sold places and pleasing information – café, coast, country.

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The studio portal invites this month with a full on court and bird-like siblings, such hospitality is industrial. Empiricism is all over her, inhale what is fuel for life. Last night’s woven cloth is serviced centrally. Whim follows and once again she would join the spectacle of watching you light up. Instead she disappoints you by simply not doing it, almost doing it.

She misses the cigarette.

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Inquiry makes the journey easier, she is seeing proof.

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Only skin, more in home and living and rhythm. Drag if you will: three lamps, arabesque and Thomas Valentine, her one true love. Scripts nestle when this accepted busyness falls into reverie. She imagines such a scarf tied around the neck and it would be an easy death. Wrapped up in flaking breath you tell yourself that she will see fires tomorrow, but slowing here today.