Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
I am below everything.
kind of mythopoesis
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i dont understand magnetisation
i really havent
isaac
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
your feed looks like my tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
was it worth it
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
no like which do people call me
magnetises a pin
god being the centre magnet
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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
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.