Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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
but really the thing should be autonomous
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
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
wait what is that
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Thank you, Jack
i really havent
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?
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
and the fake qualifier