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

its good

yeah

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

all that is to say

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.