"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.magnetises a pin
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
that looks like my instagram account
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
as in