After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at 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
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god being the centre magnet
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i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i understand
feel you
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.so at the end