god being the centre magnet
yeah
lol
as in
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
your feed looks like my tumblr
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i was tempted to lie about my name
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.
"Put a blanket."
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.i really havent
magnetisation/form
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