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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Rain, starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

no like which do people call me

lol

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

lol yea

is everyoneback on tumblr now

as in

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

barren land

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

"Put a blanket."

so at the end

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

fw

plato

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.