you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.


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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

was it worth it

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

ion

sorry i am texting like a slav

what do you mean

Rain, starting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Today I felt like starting

i understand



this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i want to do that too

"Put a blanket."

no like which do people call me

have you read

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