yes
really i want the internet
in a post. I want to be remembered
wait what is that
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
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
isaac
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
lol
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
feel you
"Put a blanket."
sorry i am texting like a slav
ion
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
we need to be deconstructing our identities
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.