jb
headlights I’m looking at my phone again
jb
wait waited I’ve been weighted
jb
smoke breaks off into two a quarter to 4 imaginary embrace above a litany of a history of a catalogue of fuck it I forgot to lock the door
jb
night vision new phone dark mode light fixture end zone silent issue no home
jb
swathes of grey and white under which I patiently wait. nothing ever ends, just concedes and waits
eric
cairn stones permanently facetiming each other after extinction
eric
when a bezier is faster than a straight
dhw
mono spaced
type writer
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