She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.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.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
which magnetises chains of pins
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
so at the end
lol
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i dont understand magnetisation
what do you mean
yeah
isaac
like first name
no like which do people call me
so an active mazelike process
that looks like my instagram account
idk
lol yea
god being the centre magnet
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i want to do that too
fw
its good short few pages
no i haven't really read anything
you cannot feed someone truth
and the fake qualifier
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
propensity within someone
plato
plato
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