yeah

not their contents

It Will Get Lighter

its good short few pages

much more tactility

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Better Lift

isaac newton

like magnets

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

in a post. I want to be remembered

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

which magnetises chains of pins

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

feel you

bro i read nothing in my life

i love it here

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in 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

your feed looks like my tumblr

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!