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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Thank you, Jack

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

hiding from the rain

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