sorry i am texting like a slav

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

2 (actually index). two is company

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Lift Analysis

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

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

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

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the site i am dreaming

hello reader,

Thank you, Jack

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

like first name