to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

but really the thing should be autonomous

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Slug

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

what do you think my name is

idk

i see a website

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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

no i haven't really read anything