Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
its good
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
so at the end
whats your name?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
what do you mean
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
sorry i am texting like a slav
is everyoneback on tumblr now
have you read
plato
ion
its performative
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
isaac
magnetisation/form
you cannot feed someone truth