It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i dont understand magnetisation
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
13 |
|
|
H |
|
|
. . . . |
. . . . |
. . . . |
. . . . |
|
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
whats your name?
i really havent
in a post. I want to be remembered
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class