the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
send your tumblr
we can only engage in such a way
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
really i want the internet
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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
so at the end
propensity within someone
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me