you cannot feed someone truth

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

magnetises a pin

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

we need to be deconstructing our identities

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

IWGD

what do you think my name is

but i respect your search

barren land

hiding from the rain

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Better Lift