It Will Get Lighter

currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"Put a blanket."

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Rain, starting

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

it is hopeful

but really the thing should be autonomous

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you