what inspired this post, may you ask? why, I was halfway out of my parking spot, reversing, when a student shot out behind me on a motorized scooter

third paragraph in & this insists on itself like crazy. people were watching my teenagehood reconcile & meet with itself again & again in real time

if I paid you, would you make a bracelet for me …. they’re so beautiful

I just need a chain smoking habit & a fucking ration card for sugar

my professor says that it was highly unlikely they were making music with this .. there is no way