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

"Put a blanket."

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

not their contents

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

but really the thing should be autonomous

whats your name?

idk

its good short few pages

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

yes

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