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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

much more tactility

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

its good short few pages

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.

feel you

no i haven't really read anything

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

isaac newton

really i want the internet

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.

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

no like which do people call me

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.