They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Better Lift

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

yes

"Put a blanket."

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

Style

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

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

you cannot feed someone truth

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.