something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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I am below everything.

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

so an active mazelike process

that looks like my instagram account

plato

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

"Put a blanket."

no longer writing in the third person

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i understand

wait what is that

not so on: yvf(wthw)