Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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

It Will Get Lighter

brb i will read and reply sincerely

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

kind of mythopoesis

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

lol yea

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

lol