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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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i really havent
"Put a blanket."
as in
feel you
send your tumblr
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
so at the end
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
its performative
like first name
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
so an active mazelike process
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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