I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

like first name

i dont understand magnetisation

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

plato

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

plato

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

whats your name?

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

division of reality is straying away from it

not so on: yvf(wthw)

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

thank you

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

really i want the internet

so the method has to be autonomous

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

hello reader,

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