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.
Can I see
whats your name?
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
autonomy of learning
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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sorry i am texting like a slav
it is hopeful
and the fake qualifier
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch