you cannot feed someone truth
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
bro i read nothing in my life
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
plato
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
isaac
ahnaf abrar
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
kind of mythopoesis
what do you think my name is
division of reality is straying away from it