no i haven't really read anything

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.

kind of mythopoesis

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Can I see

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

we can only engage in such a way

like first name

Picture

December 2025

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

you cannot feed someone truth

Better Lift

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine