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a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.