Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

no longer writing in the third person

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

barren land

what do you mean

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.

its good short few pages

is this you as well

that looks like my instagram account

no i haven't really read anything

your feed looks like my tumblr

isaac

all that is to say

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