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

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

that looks like my instagram account

much more tactility

i was tempted to lie about my name

lol

have you read

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

plato

you cannot feed someone truth

division of reality is straying away from it

is everyoneback on tumblr now

send your tumblr

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

whats your name?

Thank you, Jack

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

no i haven't really read anything

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

I am below everything.