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

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

is everyoneback on tumblr now

idk

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

is this you as well

or never left

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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really i want the internet

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

"Put a blanket."

i want to do that too