Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
really i want the internet
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
you have a beautiful account btw
and the fake qualifier
hello reader,