wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

Can I see

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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

bro i read nothing in my life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Lift Analysis

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

so at the end