nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class 

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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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

it is hopeful

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

"Put a blanket."

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

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

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

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.

Worse Lift