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

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

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

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

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

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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.

like first name

idk

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

send your tumblr

so an active mazelike process

like magnets

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

really i want the internet

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

so at the end