After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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

send link

13, H, grate

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Better Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"Put a blanket."