like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i see a website

Lift Analysis

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

currently

no longer writing in the third person

Thank you, Jack

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.