Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

really i want the internet

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

It Will Get Lighter

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

your feed looks like my tumblr

but i respect your search

in a post. I want to be remembered

i understand

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i really havent

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

2 (actually index). two is company

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

that looks like my instagram account

i have read not even 1 book

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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Thank you, Jack

was it worth it