Rain, starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

Style

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Thank you, Jack

isaac newton

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

division of reality is straying away from it