so at the end

Can I see

Worse Lift

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

yes

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

that looks like my instagram account

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i really havent

and the fake qualifier

i see a website

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

and the fake qualifier

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people