After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
what do you think my name is
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
brb i will read and reply sincerely
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
its good short few pages
fw
autonomy of learning
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
division of reality is straying away from it
was it worth it
idk
feel you
or never left
we can only engage in such a way
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things