hiding from the rain

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

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

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

Better Lift

in a post. I want to be remembered

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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send your tumblr

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

much more tactility

you cannot feed someone truth

autonomy of learning

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

barren land

magnetisation/form

"Put a blanket."

propensity within someone

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

as in

Rain, starting