it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Thank you, Jack

2 (actually index). two is company

plato

whats your name?

your feed looks like my tumblr

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

bro i read nothing in my life

isaac newton

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Lift Analysis

what do you mean

hello reader,

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

like first name

or never left

i was tempted to lie about my name

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

the site i am dreaming

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

what do you think my name is

ion

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