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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 textwall is as much for me as it is for you

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

i love it here

all that is to say

its good

ion

so the method has to be autonomous

your feed looks like my tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

isaac

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.