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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

But seriously, thank you, Jack

so at the end

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much more tactility

was it worth it

that looks like my instagram account

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

your feed looks like my tumblr

lol yea

idk

magnetisation/form

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i really havent

send your tumblr

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it