stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

and the fake qualifier

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

its performative

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

barren land

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

you cannot feed someone truth

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

idk

that looks like my instagram account

no longer writing in the third person

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Style

i really havent