He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

13, H, grate

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die. 

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god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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