okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Today I felt like starting

Picture

I am below everything.

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

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

is this you as well

i love it here

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

is everyoneback on tumblr now

hiding from the rain

so at the end

no like which do people call me

what do you think my name is

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

yeah