After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
and the fake qualifier
Better Lift
send your tumblr
like first name
is this you as well
was it worth it
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i really havent
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.lol yea
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Can I see
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Lift Analysis
division of reality is straying away from it