Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Today I felt like starting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
barren land
yeah
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Can I see
isaac newton
i love it here
magnetisation/form