I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
I am below everything.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i see a website
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
currently
i was tempted to lie about my name
have you read
magnetises a pin
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
like magnets