"Put a blanket."
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Today I felt like starting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
is this you as well
what do you mean
i love it here
i understand
was it worth it
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
its performative
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
magnetises a pin
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i have read not even 1 book
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
and the fake qualifier
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
no longer writing in the third person