amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I am below everything.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
currently
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
thank you
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.
like first name
division of reality is straying away from it
not their contents
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse