"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Today I felt like starting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
hiding from the rain
no longer writing in the third person
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.currently
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
like magnets
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
much more tactility
all that is to say
magnetises a pin
its good