a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.in a post. I want to be remembered
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
yeah
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
autonomy of learning
its performative
abrar?
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
"Put a blanket."