Can I see
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
kind of mythopoesis
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Thank you, Jack
not so on: yvf(wthw)
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
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
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: