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not their contents
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
which magnetises chains of pins
so at the end
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
what do you mean
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.