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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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much more tactility
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
was it worth it
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
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
your feed looks like my tumblr
and the fake qualifier
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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
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