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

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

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I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

hiding from the rain

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

no i haven't really read anything

what do you mean

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 guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

IWGD

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models