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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

13, H, grate

bro i read nothing in my life

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

your feed looks like my tumblr

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

so an active mazelike process

magnetisation/form

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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?

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

lol

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.