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

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.

I am below everything.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

much more tactility

I Write Goodbye Letter

...

so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth

all that is to say

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

what do you mean

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

have you read

i love it here

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

which magnetises chains of pins

"Put a blanket."

lol

thank you

we need to be deconstructing our identities

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i understand

send your tumblr

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

magnetises a pin