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
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
"Put a blanket."
that looks like my instagram account
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
its good
what do you mean
Can I see
wait what is that
was it worth it
have you read
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
and the fake qualifier
propensity within someone
barren land