"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

ahnaf abrar

lol

i really havent

send your tumblr

i really havent

fw

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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

...

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

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

was it worth it

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

barren land

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

yeah

the site i am dreaming

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i dont understand magnetisation


I am below everything.

but i respect your search

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

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.

thank you