its performative

plato

so an active mazelike process

send your tumblr

thank you

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i really havent

its good

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

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

it is hopeful

hiding from the rain

yeah

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

plato

I am below everything.

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