Lift Analysis
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
plato
whats your name?
sorry i am texting like a slav
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
lol yea
isaac
idk
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i have read not even 1 book
much more tactility
barren land
and the fake qualifier