Picture

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Worse Lift

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Better Lift

currently

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

i really havent

It Will Get Lighter

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

the site i am dreaming