13, H, grate

all that is to say

yes

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.


a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

so the method has to be autonomous

so an active mazelike process

your feed looks like my tumblr

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

really i want the internet

i love it here

or never left

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so at the end

wait what is that


nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

was it worth it