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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
But seriously, thank you, Jack
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
currently
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
it is hopeful
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
I am below everything.