its good short few pages
...
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
sorry i am texting like a slav
like first name
and the fake qualifier
abrar?
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."
not their contents
was it worth it
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
whats your name?
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
as in
is everyoneback on tumblr now
in a post. I want to be remembered
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.we need to be deconstructing our identities