i was tempted to lie about my name

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Style

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

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

you have a beautiful account btw

"Put a blanket."

but i respect your search

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

I am below everything.

so the method has to be autonomous

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Rain, starting

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

autonomy of learning

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

much more tactility

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

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