The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
which magnetises chains of pins
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
lol
what do you think my name is
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i understand
as in
is everyoneback on tumblr now
your feed looks like my tumblr
what do you mean
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
feel you
like first name
i really havent
"Put a blanket."
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
whats your name?
magnetises a pin
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak