i see a website
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
not their contents
its performative
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
and the fake qualifier
magnetises a pin
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
so at the end
fw
or never left
the site i am dreaming
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
what do you think my name is
it is hopeful
we can only engage in such a way