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hello reader,
the site i am dreaming
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
bro i read nothing in my life
send your tumblr
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
much more tactility
Thank you, Jack
and the fake qualifier
sorry i am texting like a slav
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amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
is this you as well