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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
plato
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
which magnetises chains of pins
isaac
lol yea
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
feel you
sorry i am texting like a slav
yes