Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

yeah

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

i love it here

is everyoneback on tumblr now

what do you mean

lol

idk

i have read not even 1 book

yeah

or never left

ion

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

which magnetises chains of pins

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

plato

but really the thing should be autonomous

magnetises a pin

its good

"Put a blanket."

really i want the internet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

propensity within someone

fw

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

its good

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate