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

what do you mean

send your tumblr

abrar?

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

so the method has to be autonomous

thank you

not their contents

its good short few pages

feel you

god being the centre magnet

we need to be deconstructing our identities

propensity within someone

isaac newton

so an active mazelike process

or never left

which magnetises chains of pins

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

ion

you have a beautiful account btw

bro i read nothing in my life

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

Can I see

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.