We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
but really the thing should be autonomous
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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.
its good
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
ion
isaac
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
what do you mean
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt