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not their contents

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

have you read

like magnets

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

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

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

much more tactility

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

we can only engage in such a way

propensity within someone

idk

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so the method has to be autonomous

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Worse Lift

what do you mean

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

abrar?

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