bro i read nothing in my life

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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

Today I felt like starting

I am below everything.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

yeah

what do you mean

is this you as well

Thank you, Jack

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone truth

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

ahnaf abrar

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

plato