It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
I'm in a crowded lift and
a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might
love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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