Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Thank you, Jack
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
hiding from the rain
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.