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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

Style

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

and the fake qualifier

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

what do you think my name is

idk

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

autonomy of learning

division of reality is straying away from it

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

bro i read nothing in my life

its good

your feed looks like my tumblr

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

much more tactility

"Put a blanket."