in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
but really the thing should be autonomous
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
bro i read nothing in my life