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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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
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"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Put a blanket."
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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."
you have a beautiful account btw
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
it is hopeful
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
division of reality is straying away from it
i really havent
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying