nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.

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

"Put a blanket."

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

I Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier

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

...

i really havent

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Slug

2 (actually index). two is company

its good short few pages

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

all that is to say

isaac

its good