"Put a blanket."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
in a post. I want to be remembered
but really the thing should be autonomous
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i see a website
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
no longer writing in the third person
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
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch