i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

the site i am dreaming

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

lol

lol yea

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

bro i read nothing in my life

as in

Slug

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

send link

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i love it here

your feed looks like my tumblr

13, H, grate

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

its performative

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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

I am below everything.

this will be about a slug

Worse Lift

was it worth it

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.