My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
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"Put a blanket."
magnetises a pin
that looks like my instagram account
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i love it here
no i haven't really read anything
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god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
send your tumblr
lol
yeah
sorry i am texting like a slav
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i was tempted to lie about my name
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
isaac
i have read not even 1 book
fw
its good short few pages