sorry i am texting like a slav

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thank you, Jack

"Put a blanket."

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

but really the thing should be autonomous

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

2 (actually index). two is company

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

its good

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

have you read

its good short few pages

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Worse Lift

what do you mean

currently

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever