Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i really havent
god being the centre magnet
send your tumblr
abrar?
lol yea
is everyoneback on tumblr now
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i have read not even 1 book
propensity within someone
lol
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
your feed looks like my tumblr
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
no like which do people call me
what do you think my name is
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class