Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
and the fake qualifier
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
yeah
i really havent
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos