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

bro i read nothing in my life

so at the end

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

its good

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

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

that looks like my instagram account

all that is to say

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

hiding from the rain

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

much more tactility

isaac newton

so an active mazelike process

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i was tempted to lie about my name

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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