Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos