or never left
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.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
its good
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
god being the centre magnet
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
which magnetises chains of pins
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i have read not even 1 book
so at the end
Lift Analysis
is everyoneback on tumblr now
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
what do you mean
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its good short few pages