really i want the internet

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.

i see a website

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

but really the thing should be autonomous

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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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.

Rain, starting

the site i am dreaming

currently

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

IWGD

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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 Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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kind of mythopoesis

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and the fake qualifier

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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