I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

currently

Better Lift

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

Lift Analysis

autonomy of learning

much more tactility

"Put a blanket."

propensity within someone

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

you cannot feed someone truth

and the fake qualifier

as in

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

kind of mythopoesis

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

abrar?