in a post. I want to be remembered
"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.
Thank you, Jack
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
I am below everything.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
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wait what is that