I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
barren land
magnetises a pin
that looks like my instagram account
like first name
i really havent
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
its good short few pages
send your tumblr
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
feel you
whats your name?
what do you mean
was it worth it
and the fake qualifier
like magnets
bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
idk
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.
Thank you, Jack
or never left
yeah