"Put a blanket."

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i love it here

propensity within someone

lol

plato

isaac

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

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

and the fake qualifier

13, H, grate

magnetises a pin

lol yea

your feed looks like my tumblr

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

magnetisation/form

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

division of reality is straying away from it

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life