"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

but i respect your search

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

no longer writing in the third person

yes

Worse Lift

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

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

you have a beautiful account btw

send your tumblr

so the method has to be autonomous

its good

god being the centre magnet

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

kind of mythopoesis

have you read

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.