Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

all that is to say

sorry i am texting like a slav

and the fake qualifier

fw

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so the method has to be autonomous

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

plato

which magnetises chains of pins

what do you think my name is

have you read

no like which do people call me

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we can only engage in such a way

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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

I am below everything.

as in