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.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
god being the centre magnet
i want to do that too
which magnetises chains of pins
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
as in
yeah
no like which do people call me
magnetises a pin
I am below everything.
isaac newton
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it is hopeful
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
plato
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
plato
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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