she sat in the rickety purple train with nothing but a yellowing photograph, a bar of chocolate, and a dream.
I don’t wear a watch, I find a watch, spy on everybody, scan every wrist. Who has the time? I do, stolen, sneakily obtained by immoral means, by bending and turning my head and casually stretching to feign interest in strange black birds whispering outside the windows of monotonous chemistry classes. (when does this end?)
“Fasdfz djsnu” “What?”
The difference between knowing everything and knowing enough is one that every individual should understand but very few do.
There’s no part 1, but if you imagine there was, it makes the entropy easier to accept.
I’m a piece of paper
“Tell us something special about you” (compulsory essay question)