One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
whats your name?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
idk
its performative
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
autonomy of learning
lol yea
i have read not even 1 book
isaac
hiding from the rain