a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Put a blanket."

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

yes

13, H, grate

and the fake qualifier

thank you

bro i read nothing in my life

isaac

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i love it here

which magnetises chains of pins

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

its good short few pages