barren land
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
in a post. I want to be remembered
thank you
"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
lol
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
send your tumblr
bro i read nothing in my life
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.its good short few pages
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.
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
I am below everything.
really i want the internet
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
lol yea