Today I felt like starting
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
and the fake qualifier
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
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
bro i read nothing in my life
wait what is that
i really havent
was it worth it
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
much more tactility
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
as in