I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
no like which do people call me
i have read not even 1 book
like first name
is everyoneback on tumblr now
magnetises a pin
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
...
what do you mean
barren land
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac
your feed looks like my tumblr
which magnetises chains of pins
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
what do you think my name is
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
bro i read nothing in my life
the site i am dreaming
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
god being the centre magnet
whats your name?
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.