feel you

it is hopeful

"Put a blanket."

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

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

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

kind of mythopoesis

Better Lift

like first name

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.