It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.as in
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
not so on: yvf(wthw)
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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.
magnetises a pin
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
its good short few pages
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like first name