I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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

much more tactility

I am below everything.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

idk

we need to be deconstructing our identities

abrar?

or never left

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i really havent

and the fake qualifier

Thank you, Jack

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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

lol

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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

is this you as well

13, H, grate

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.

what do you mean

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.