in a post. I want to be remembered
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
...
much more tactility
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
and the fake qualifier
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.or never left