and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Slug

wait what is that

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i really havent

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

bro i read nothing in my life

your feed looks like my tumblr


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fw

that looks like my instagram account

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


It Will Get Lighter


I am below everything.

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

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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is everyoneback on tumblr now

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.