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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
was it worth it
isaac
so an active mazelike process
bro i read nothing in my life
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.