I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
so the method has to be autonomous
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
and the fake qualifier
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
isaac
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
not so on: yvf(wthw)
god being the centre magnet
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
not their contents
wait what is that
idk
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
no longer writing in the third person
and the fake qualifier
i really havent
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason