a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

currently

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

brb i will read and reply sincerely

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Style

hiding from the rain

"Put a blanket."

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

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.

really i want the internet

I am below everything.

but i respect your search