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sorry i am texting like a slav
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
or never left
fw
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
its good
the site i am dreaming
...
was it worth it
kind of mythopoesis
we can only engage in such a way
and the fake qualifier
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
is everyoneback on tumblr now
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
like first name
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.