it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
send your tumblr
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
but really the thing should be autonomous
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
fw
barren land
so an active mazelike process
is everyoneback on tumblr now
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
lol
i have read not even 1 book
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you