i understand
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i was tempted to lie about my name
plato
like magnets
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ion
and the fake qualifier
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
currently
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
your feed looks like my tumblr
which magnetises chains of pins
its performative
isaac
bro i read nothing in my life
i dont understand magnetisation
"Put a blanket."
i really havent
kind of mythopoesis
wait what is that
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.