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

much more tactility

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

so at the end

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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

magnetisation/form

not their contents

its good

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

wait what is that

It Will Get Lighter

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

have you read

sorry i am texting like a slav

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

bro i read nothing in my life

"Put a blanket."

so the method has to be autonomous