sorry i am texting like a slav
i want to do that too
i love it here
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
thank you
isaac
we need to be deconstructing our identities
and the fake qualifier
yeah
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.
Thank you, Jack
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
its performative
as in
much more tactility