The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
idk
its performative
i have read not even 1 book
so an active mazelike process
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
I am below everything.
i was tempted to lie about my name
i love it here
so at the end
feel you