Thank you, Jack
...
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
...
wait what is that
was it worth it
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.
what do you think my name is
god being the centre magnet
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
its good short few pages
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.and the fake qualifier
I am below everything.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.