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I am below everything.

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

Rain, starting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

send your tumblr

so the method has to be autonomous

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

we need to be deconstructing our identities

and the fake qualifier

no i haven't really read anything

i love it here