we need to be deconstructing our identities

I am below everything.

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

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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.

lol

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

so the method has to be autonomous

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

thank you

its good

but really the thing should be autonomous

as in

but i respect your search

Today I felt like starting

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

whats your name?

its good

i have read not even 1 book

i love it here