Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
currently
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Today I felt like starting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
hiding from the rain
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
that looks like my instagram account
its good
like magnets
sorry i am texting like a slav
abrar?
"Put a blanket."
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.
god being the centre magnet
Better Lift
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
December 2025