not their contents
so the method has to be autonomous
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
all that is to say
hiding from the rain
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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
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.
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
bro i read nothing in my life