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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

13, H, grate

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

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

i see a website

not their contents

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I am below everything.

yeah

send your tumblr

fw

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

that looks like my instagram account

idk

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

hiding from the rain

lol yea

i have read not even 1 book

you cannot feed someone truth

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

yeah