plato

that looks like my instagram account

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i have read not even 1 book

isaac

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

god being the centre magnet

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

Better Lift

have you read

idk

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

lol

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

and the fake qualifier

ion

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