"Put a blanket."

Style

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

It Will Get Lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

but really the thing should be autonomous

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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.

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

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

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