Today I felt like starting
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
"Put a blanket."
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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.was it worth it
so the method has to be autonomous
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
which magnetises chains of pins
...
thank you
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
in a post. I want to be remembered
plato
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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