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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

in a post. I want to be remembered

lol yea

...

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

sorry i am texting like a slav

send your tumblr

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

so an active mazelike process

your feed looks like my tumblr

...

i love it here

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

1

. way too specific.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

is everyoneback on tumblr now

or never left

hello reader,

I Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier

Rain, starting

I am below everything.

have you read

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.

god being the centre magnet

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls