but i respect your search

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Rain, starting

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i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

you cannot feed someone truth

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Today I felt like starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

not their contents

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I Write Goodbye Letter