"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
idk
i dont understand magnetisation
yeah
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
its good short few pages
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
is this you as well
is everyoneback on tumblr now
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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.
I am below everything.
all that is to say
barren land