bro i read nothing in my life
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
all that is to say
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Today I felt like starting