it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav
yes
whats your name?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
isaac
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
is everyoneback on tumblr now
barren land
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
propensity within someone
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
not their contents
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
have you read
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities