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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i understand

what do you think my name is

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

plato

It Will Get Lighter

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

like magnets

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

13, H, grate

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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