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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

no longer writing in the third person

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

what do you think my name is

this will be about a slug

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

no like which do people call me

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

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.

i want to do that too

i was tempted to lie about my name

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

...

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its performative

is everyoneback on tumblr now