There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

no like which do people call me

and the fake qualifier

i dont understand magnetisation

plato

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

ion

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I am below everything.

lol yea


in a post. I want to be remembered

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

i have read not even 1 book

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

its good short few pages

that looks like my instagram account

what do you think my name is

have you read

isaac newton

barren land

lol

i love it here

whats your name?

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

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Put a blanket."