somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

you cannot feed someone truth

and the fake qualifier

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

wait what is that

magnetisation/form

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

really i want the internet

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.