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

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out. 

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It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


currently

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

its good

I am below everything.

its good short few pages

what do you think my name is

send your tumblr

have you read

as in

Rain, starting

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

"Put a blanket."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

lol yea

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf