the site i am dreaming

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.

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

thank you

plato

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

Better Lift

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

idk

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

its good

kind of mythopoesis

division of reality is straying away from it

magnetisation/form

Picture

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

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

send your tumblr

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.